DADDY'S CREEL My father spent hours trimming the edge of the newly cut sally rods to make creels for taking turf over the soft soil of the bog to the horse and cart. On top of the load packed into the crates we would burrow a nest to ensure a little comfort on the way home as the horse swayed from side to side walking up and down hill with the heavy load, the sound of the cart wheels scrunching along the pot holed roads. -- Mary Guckian ("Leitrim Guardian" 1996)