grape

I used to go graping and blackberrying and blueberrying.

Some are called ticked; some have the milk fever; some have worm-'ith-tail ; some are graped ; others are broken-up old cows.

Over the huge abraded rind, Crow-countries graped with dung, we go, Past gullies that no longer flow And wells that nobody can find, Lashed by the screaming of the crow, Stabbed by the needles of the mind.

Lang, lang I sought and graped for my pack, Till night and hunger forced me to come back.