You've me picturing a gathering of friends and neighbors during a sunset following a hard day's labor to hear about the ban on cutting peat. Like that final straw added atop the camel's back, enough is enough. Having been made to go hungry and give away their potatoes, now it's their fuel. It's your poem's last lines that are sticking with me. With more being taken away, how are they supposed to survive, let alone thrive? What else will the Big House demand next? A great poem on its own, your lead in with the history elevates your piece into another level steeped in meaning.

Years ago I went down a research rabbit hole to learn about 'bog men' thanks to a cheesy sci-fi television show. It was through this that I learned about the preservative qualities of bogs and first read of the Tollund Man and Yde Girl. To find out that there are environmental ramifications of using peat as fuel was surprising and nothing that I'd ever considered before, thank you.

I'm still beyond thrilled that you chose to write a post instead of leaving your poem as a comment. Each time you share your creations, you're thoughtful and include your inspirations, thinking processes, and reliable information you've learned. That is something so true to you and one of the many things I've come to appreciate about your writing style and your character. While enjoying yourself in the challenge of writing a poem, you managed to create something with heart, history, and social relevancy. Supremely excellent, sweet Agmoore!