Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POEM, by MARY FERRELL DICKINSON First Line: My father could not make a poem Last Line: He made a poem in living green. Subject(s): Farm Life; Fathers; Poetry & Poets; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
My father could not make a poem, But setting his course by yonder pine Straight and true he plowed a line Across the field. My father could not Juggle words -- but with the sheen Of cotton leafing in the sun He made a poem in living green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD FOR A YOUNG AVIATOR by MARY FERRELL DICKINSON |
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