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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PEA BRUSH, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I walked down alone sunday after church Last Line: And since it was coming up had to come. Subject(s): Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers | |||
I walked down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself about the birch He said I could have to bush my peas. The sun in the new-cut narrow gap Was hot enough for the first of May, And stifling hot with the odor of sap From stumps still bleeding their life away. The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill Whenever the ground was low and wet, The minute they heard my step went still To watch me and see what I came to get. Birch boughs enough piled everywhere! -- All fresh and sound from the recent axe. Time someone came with cart and pair And got them off the wild flowers' backs. They might be good for garden things To curl a little finger round, The same as you seize cat's-cradle strings And lift themselves up off the ground. Small good to anything growing wild, They were crooking many a trillium That had budded before the boughs were piled And since it was coming up had to come. | 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 |
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