A PECK OF GOLD

 

 

 Dust always blowing about the town,
   Except when sea-fog laid it down,
  And I was come of the children told
  Some of the blowing dust was gold.

  All the dust the wind blew high
  Appeared like gold 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."
         
        by:Robert Frost