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, trailing behind). Will life bring aught of golden grain and fruit to till? Or endless rows of tuber sacks in brown, to fill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CELLAR by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH MISHIPASINGHAN, LUMCHIPAMUDANA, ETC by ALBERT GOLDBARTH ROAST POTATOES by DENISE LEVERTOV THIS SPUD'S FOR YOU by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SEEING A BASKET OF LOBELIA THE COLOR OF A BATHROBE by MOLLY PEACOCK THE DUCHESS POTATOES by DIANE WAKOSKI THAT THE SCIENCE OF CARTOGRAPHY IS LIMITED by EAVAN BOLAND THOUGHTS OF A MODERN MAIDEN by EDITH M. ROBERTS |
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