Here you will find the Poem To the Man After the Harrow of poet Patrick Kavanagh
Now leave the check-reins slack, The seed is flying far today - The seed like stars against the black Eternity of April clay. This seed is potent as the seed Of knowledge in the Hebrew Book, So drive your horses in the creed Of God the Father as a stook. Forget the men on Brady's Hill. Forget what Brady's boy may say. For destiny will not fulfil Unless you let the harrow play. Forget the worm's opinion too Of hooves and pointed harrow-pins, For you are driving your horses through The mist where Genesis begins.