Edward Steinhardt Poems
- Oliver Twist If it weren't enough That the farms have gone ...
- Prayer Lord, how can I pray When my heart is hard as rock? ...
- The Shadowlands We are shadows thrown upon the wall. We are ...
- Cutting Ryan's Hair for Ryan You sat on the edge of my ...
- A Child's Prayer Gentle Lamb, O so mild, Stay with me a ...
- The Twelve Forty-Five That's how it must have been In the ...
- Graven Images Forgive us Lord for the graven image. We had ...
Edward Steinhardt is a poet and writer who lives in Saint Louis, Missouri, U.S.A. He worked in newspaper journalism for many years.
Mr. Steinhardt was president of the Missouri Writer's Guild from 1994-1995. He produced Missouri Writers Week inaugural ceremonies for many years, which featured readings by Howard Nemerov, Richard Wilbur, Mona Van Duyn, Charles Guenther and others. Mr. ... more »
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If it weren't enough
That the farms have gone for broke,
The two-child family awakens one morning
To find the farm machinery gone;
That into middle of night
Men violated darkness
With quiet sleight of hand
And loaded the John Deere,
Farmall, or International
Onto some semi-tractor trailer,
And made tracks out of rural America
To somewhere else.
The last American dream over coffee
Was only FmHA, the banker
And someone doing the work.