'The Lonely Furrow' (poem) written by R S Thomas

 This poem is from the anthology 'An Acre of Land,' published Montgomeryshire Printing Co

When I was young, I went to school

With pencil and foot-rule,

Sponge and slate,

And sat on a tall stool

At learning's gate.

When I was older, the gate swung wide;

Clever and keen-eyed

In I pressed

But found in the mind's pride

No peace, no rest.

Then who was it taught me back to go

To cattle and barrow,

Field and plough;

To keep to the one furrow,

As I do now?