Seamus Heaney’s poem, “Field Work,” appeared in NER 1.1:
Where the yellowhammer flared out of the bushes,
Where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched,
Where one fern was always green.
I watched you through the mossed shins of the hedge
Take the pad from the gate-house at the crossing
And lean to pluck a white wash off the whins.