THE MIDAS TOUCH
There was a light that lay like gold, More than the afternoon could hold, Spilling over the edge of day Across the fields of drying hay, Pale where the pale gold oats were planted, Darker gold where a wheat field canted Southward: the very earth was rich With the look of it: the roadside ditch Mirrored the gold of a willow thicket In water amber-clear. A cricket With a golden fiddle played a tune. We all suspected the afternoon Of begging the summer over much For that dubious gift, the Midas touch ! —Leona Ames Hill
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21176, 27 July 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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98THE MIDAS TOUCH Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21176, 27 July 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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