Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IDAHO POTATO FIELD, by EDITH M. ROBERTS
First Line: Two wee lads in a dark brown field
Last Line: In brown, to fill?
Subject(s): Idaho; Potatoes
Two wee lads in a dark brown field
among the sacks;
lifting their pails with cold blue hands
and tired backs.
The last one emptied, they wait for Dad, --
(this field is done);
they drag about, too cold to rest,
too tired for fun.
The father comes and shrewdly scans
the naked row;
no hint of plan, no word of praise
does he bestow.
We watch them follow down the road
with troubled mind
(The littlest one looks so forlorn,
Will life bring aught of golden grain
and fruit to till?
Or endless rows of tuber sacks
in brown, to fill?
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