Madainn on the Mains

With shovel and hoe we go north on the mains,
Walk the hillock, and now see the matter--
A border ditch, serving land like the rains,
With impeded flow, weeds in the water.

There's a buck on the banks eating the green.
And wolf appears on a small dark knowe,
Viewing with interest the sharp wary game.
Our deerhound sees all, with hardly a growl.

A chariot rolls on the east rathad,
Showing tinsel from a land too low.
Hound and wolf will not be sold,
Agree to forget the hart for now.

The canids together course the carbad,
Approach the bench looking to slay,
Are now in the field reducing the corp,
Keeping it clear of the water way.

The Knowes