On An Irish Road With Poetic License And Somebody's UNCLE

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UNCLE WHISPERED,
 "Easy, easy, girl," to the mare,
though she was standing calmly,
and said to me over his shoulder
in a suddenly loud voice:
"A hangman lived there."

 He stamped on the shaft,
and we rattled on through
a cutting wind.

UNCLE SHIVERED
pulling down his cap
to hide his ears;
but the mare was like
a clumsy statue trotting,
and all the demons of my stories,
if they trotted by her side

or crowded together
and grinned into her eyes,
would not make her
shake her head or hurry.

"I wish he'd have hung Mrs Jesus,"
UNCLE SAID.

Between hymns
he cursed the mare in Welsh.
The white house was left behind,
the light and the hill were swallowed up.
"Nobody lives there now,"

he said.

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DYLAN THOMAS 

The Peaches

DT 

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Footnotes

A young boy

was inspired by Mr. Thomas

to change his name

and then change

the world

Poetic license enabled me

to change the format

from prose to verse

with extra caps

and italics

But the words

are Dylan Thomas

verbatim

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