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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETURN, by WILMA CRITTENDEN First Line: They who quit the soil with hopes swung high Last Line: As strong hands close again on rusting plow. Subject(s): Farm Life; Homecoming; Agriculture; Farmers | |||
They who quit the soil with hopes swung high, And dropped their heavy boots for city shoes, To leave a proper footprint for the eye Of Fortune to behold -- they could not lose -- Those strong ones who from son to son had walked The furrowed ground and dropped their fertile seed, And who of evenings smoked their pipes and talked With friendly neighbor of the market's need. They could not lose -- and yet they did. Those men Who beat their puny fists against the Wheel And lost the clear horizons that had been, And felt the heavy weight of Fortune's heel. But grim, undaunted eyes bend earthward now As strong hands close again on rusting plow. | 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 RETRIBUTION by WILMA CRITTENDEN THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE |
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