When we hung the babies from the door jamb,
\nPerched in a canvas seat, their turkey drum sticks
\nWith plump sticky toes decorating the bone, leapt,
\nPushed off the Pledge-polished wood floors, with the
\nStrength of an Olympic dead broad jumper in flight.<\/p>\n
There, they\u2019d pop up and down, jolly as Irish jiggers,
\nSongs I often clapped in time to their rhythmic throes.
\nAnd so, when I hear fiddle and penny whistle squares,
\nBaroque hints of ornate mantles and powdered wigs
\nAnd gardened promenading intrigue, I see red waddles.<\/p>\n
Not the terraced, mossy ridges or jutting rocks on plains,
\nNot the low clouds, cushioning the sky for its safe landing,
\nHeavy with burden, nor Shetland sheep grazing meadows,
\nNo, not the smell of salt and sea, as the swallows return,
\nBut the scent of talcum and apples, the toothless grins
\nOf guileless giddy girls in flight, the heart of a giggled jig.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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