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The Big Mistakethe shepherd on the train told me is to clip hill milking ewes too soon I put my newspaper down; Nothing puts the milk off them quicker His warning continues They never get so rough in the backend, He glances up, And another thing A fleece from a ewe that's near In the beginning of July the new wool on a thin ewe He summarised his argument for me Experienced flock masters never clip hill stocks He stopped there From Making Soup in a Storm (ASLS, 2006). Reprinted with permission of the author. 'The Big Mistake' is one of the poems from my third collection, Cowpit Yowe. This collection has been developed over five years and looks at the language of agriculture and the importance of intergenerational learning – the passing of skills and experience from father to son and the increasing threats to this aspect of rural life. This approach to learning comes out in poems in the collection such as 'Generations enjoy the heritage of husbandry', 'Educating the farm boy', and 'Words of wisdom'. I have chosen only to use experimental verse forms in this collection, a wide range including concrete poems, sound poems, found poems, and acrostics. Working with these forms has been an enjoyable learning curve and I would like to thank my panel of experts for their advice and support as I distilled over a hundred poems down to the final twenty. 'The Big Mistake' is a found poem based on a diary extract of a farmer writing in 1910 which I found tucked away on my father's book shelf. This poem also looks at the passing on of language and experience between the generations. I imagine the shepherd as an amalgam of a number of old farmers I have encountered through my life who have always been keen to give advice. Recently my eleven-year-old son was given a pound coin by one of his grandpas for helping him milk some cows. He was asked what his other grandpa gave him for milking cows and responded in an instant - 'He gives me knowledge.' I hope you enjoy the poem and its wisdom. Poets are good listeners, inveterate eavesdroppers. Here Jim Carruth recounts - or invents, who knows? (probably somewhere between the two) - a one-sided conversation with a shepherd on the train. Technically it's brilliant, the title forming the first line from which the whole thing flows with conversational ease, the shepherd's thoughts on sheep-farming interspersed with simple stage-directions, setting the scene, moving it along. I realise on first reading I assumed the shepherd was an old man, though there's nothing actually saying that. But it feels as if that wisdom has been accumulated over a lifetime, and is articulated in language that is sheer poetry in itself. Jim Carruth was born in Johnstone in 1963 and grew up on his parents' dairy farm. After spending a period in Turkey he returned to live in Renfrewshire. He is the chair of St Mungo's Mirrorball, a network of Glasgow-based poets and is an outreach committee member for the StAnza poetry festival. His first collection Bovine Pastoral was runner-up in the Callum Macdonald Memorial award in 2004. His second collection, High Auchensale, was published by Ludovic Press in autumn 2006. Baxter's Old Ram Sang the Blues: An illustrated fable was published in 2007. |
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