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Robert Frost - A Peck of Gold

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 god 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.'

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A Peck of Gold - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 11. A Peck of Gold
Volume: West-Running Brook
Year: Published/Written in 1928
Poem of the Day: Jan 6 2002

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