Glanmore Revisited
Seamus Heaney

II. The Cot

Scythe and axe and hedge-clippers, the shriek

Of the gate the children used to swing on,

Poker, scuttle, tongs, a gravel rake —

The old activity starts up again

But starts up differently. We're on our own

Years later in the same "locus amoenus,"

Tenants no longer, but in full possession

Of an emptied house and whatever keeps between us.

Which must be more than keepsakes, even though

The child's cot's back in place where Catherine

Woke in the dawn and answered "doodle doo"

To the rooster in the farm across the road —

And it is the same cot I myself slept in 

When the whole world was a farm that eked and crowed.