Incredible. Just incredible. What a treat. What a great thing to hear this poet read it himself. Great post and thanks for including the text to follow along.
Believe it or don't but this was inspired by Robert Frost's lesser known masterpiece titled: Two Tramps In Mud Time. FALL DUTY The ice has kissed the pumpkin vine so late in fall it’s fallen time. Crystal bridges cross the pond while diamonds tip the 'sparagus frond. The grass now speaks beneath my tread and echos words the brown leaf said. But my eye is on the garden's end for I have duties to attend; where an Etna sits with fires deep - a beard of smoke now crowns the heap - that calls attention to a need: the season’s final deed. My hands are cold - my face is raw - but soon my labour will restore a hearty glow as my cheeks burn. I sink the tines and turn and turn; until it's done, as is my back, but come spring time, both rich and black and full of worm and what plants need; I shall be glad I did the deed. This alchemy in sunwashed frost: the art and craft of my compost. {c} Jason Horsler
I’m here because Essential Craftsman. Thanks for the link Wadsworth.
Incredible. Just incredible. What a treat. What a great thing to hear this poet read it himself. Great post and thanks for including the text to follow along.
Mike Rowe brought me here also. He was on TBN 2nite.
Mike Rowe brought me here.
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Essential craftsman is a TH-cam channel. He recited some of this poem in one of his videos.
GOAT
Believe it or don't but this was inspired by Robert Frost's lesser known masterpiece titled: Two Tramps In Mud Time.
FALL DUTY
The ice has kissed the pumpkin vine
so late in fall it’s fallen time.
Crystal bridges cross the pond
while diamonds tip the 'sparagus frond.
The grass now speaks beneath my tread
and echos words the brown leaf said.
But my eye is on the garden's end
for I have duties to attend;
where an Etna sits with fires deep -
a beard of smoke now crowns the heap -
that calls attention to a need:
the season’s final deed.
My hands are cold - my face is raw -
but soon my labour will restore
a hearty glow as my cheeks burn.
I sink the tines and turn and turn;
until it's done, as is my back,
but come spring time, both rich and black
and full of worm and what plants need;
I shall be glad I did the deed.
This alchemy in sunwashed frost:
the art and craft of my compost.
{c} Jason Horsler
is this summary of the poem??
is it Robert Frost's voice...
Yes.
Yes, indeed. I saw him read back in 1962 at Boston College. It was a spellbinding treat.
Dirty jobs..
Just reading you are not explaining anything
The guy reading it is the poet. He died in 1963.