Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FATHER'S GOOD SON, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL



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FATHER'S GOOD SON, by                    
First Line: The wheat hangs heavy to the further hill
Last Line: Runs around the spit where turns the fatted calf.
Subject(s): Fathers & Sons; Relationships


The wheat hangs heavy to the further hill.
The corn stands clean along the level land
The ditches run. The orchard's full demand
Of brave new wood is met, and the trimmed boughs spill
Their summer fragrance, with the thwarted will
Fruited to purpose; and all the low rebel land
Subdued.

And he has come. On the tan-brown hand
The ring of sonship. The sobbing throat has skill
To charm the old man's soul and eager brain,
This Prodigal, lapped round in robes of state.
It is burning sands, thronged streets, and tropic stains,
Dark eyes and breath of perfume.
The idle laugh
Runs around the spit where turns the fatted calf.





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