Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEAT FIELDS, by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON Poet's Biography First Line: There is an honest dignity in wheat Last Line: And for a fertile yield breathe thanks to god. Subject(s): Bread; Fields; Food & Eating; Wheat; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | ||||||||
THERE is an honest dignity in wheat When fields of grain lie stretched beneath the sky Till misty green has lifted up to meet The distant blue where far horizons lie The dignity of space and strength and toil Where men must work and sweating teams must tread Long miles in weariness to till the soil That hungry humankind may have its bread. And when the amber sheaves stand in the sun At autumntide, I think that every clod Of earth must know that harvesting is done, And for a fertile yield breathe thanks to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL A CHANT OF MY BELOVED by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON |
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