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A Peck of Gold

Rating: 4.7

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:
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* Sunprincess * 15 February 2016

............a wonderful poem with such amazing lines ? All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky,

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Jamie Black 28 February 2016

A poem about making light of dire conditions.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 05 April 2016

wow, what a nice little poem! Why did I read it so late in my life? Why not when I was in my school days? ? Thanks dear poet.

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Anne Yun 25 May 2016

it seems like everthing can be the beauty of life in a poet's eyes.

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Overall, this poem is just a speck of dust. The winds of time have already blown it away.

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Chinedu Dike 17 May 2018

A beautiful creation embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm.

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Susan Williams 17 May 2018

I was surprised that Robert Frost had written this... at first. Then I realized I was more accustomed to his poetry that was from an older man's point of view, usually set in a rural setting- -this was from his childhood and from the point of view of a man looking back at his childhood and finding moments of innocence that might have brought a whimsical smile to his face.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 May 2018

Life in the Golden Gate! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 May 2018

All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky, ........well imaginative expression. Beautiful poem.

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Perdita Young 17 May 2018

Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, - There is always a kind of loss for whatever gains we get... We don't mind the air pollution when we badly need the material things in life. A very impressive poem by the well-known R.Frost.

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