Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HUSKING CHAMP, by RAY MURRAY First Line: Fast, grasping hands both lithe and strong Last Line: A king of toil, a husking champ. Subject(s): Corn; Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
Fast, grasping hands, both lithe and strong, That cleave the husks and then move on To seize another ear of gold, Twisting it forth with eager hold, Then flings it up, nor stops to stare But grabs another over there. And then speeds on for more and more. In cadenced flight the husked ears soar, A very stream of prairie gold, So much, the wagon scarce can hold. But still he moved with heavy grace, A weary, steady, ceaseless pace. A grab, a slash, a twist, it's done. And, now he has another one. Thus, swift he works, in frost or damp, A king of toil, a husking champ. | 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 PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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