To the memory of Joanne Taylor 1952-2010 A fine writer a friend and an inspiration ll To my parents Angela and Ismael óp
Tom worked all morning hoeing turnips Every time a dusty traveler or a creaky ox cart passed by Tom ran out to ask Where are you going mister or Where are you headed miss Off to town to sell a pig Down to town to buy a goat Into town to trade a duck for a hen Tom sighed and watched as they all disappeared around the bend behind the hill
