Poet’s granddad dug peat and drank
Milk brought by a grandson straight
But his dad would dig potatoes deep.
The poet had a squat pen used to dig
Between finger and thumb, mightier
Than a sword or a spade used by dad.
Everyone digs down through lifetime.
We drink our milk and dig our words
Through a night, till the last of them.
(reading Seamus Heaney’s poem Digging)