Culchie Treks through the fields to training (it’s a five minute walk) Only to be greeted by the sting up the hurl from the Clash of ash against tractor tyres Vibrations shooting through the wood and up your arm Electricity pulses through your body from Dares to touch the fence ‘for the craic’. Relief from doc leaves that you rub roughly Along your skin so the juices can remove the sting From the failed attempt to dodge the nettles during...
