A Peck Of Gold Poem By Robert Frost

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 hke gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the chIldren told
Some of the dust was really gold.
Such was hfe in the Golden Gate.
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I VIlas one of the children told,
‘We all must eat our peck of gold.