Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like gold in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold. Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE PRETTY MILKMAID by MOTHER GOOSE CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD by WALT WHITMAN ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |