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Digging By Seamus Heaney

Digging By Seamus Heaney. Between my finger and my thumb    The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound    When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:    My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds   

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Digging By Seamus Heaney

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  1. DiggingBy Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb    The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound    When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:    My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds    Bends low, comes up twenty years away    Stooping in rhythm through potato drills    Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft    Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To scatter new potatoes that we picked, Loving their cool hardness in our hands. By God, the old man could handle a spade.    Just like his old man. My grandfather cut more turf in a day Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Once I carried him milk in a bottle Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up To drink it, then fell to right away Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods Over his shoulder, going down and down For the good turf. Digging. The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it.

  2. Editorial Writing Prompt • After reading “A Celebration of Grandparents” and “Digging” what are both author’s perspective on the impact culture and heritage plays in our outcomes as individuals? 5 paragraphs

  3. Reference and Research • Analyze the two author’s background’s. • Interpret what the authors’ messages are after reading the essay and the poem. (What are both author’s saying regarding how culture impacts peoples development?) • Find quotes from both the essay and the poem that supports your opinions. • Determine how their messages overlap.

  4. Essay format • Introduction • Attention grabber • Thesis statement (Each author’s perspective and the connection) • Body Paragraph (one author’s perspective) • Topic sentence • Support • Body Paragraph (one author’s perspective) • Topic sentence • Support • Body Paragraph (how they connect) • Topic sentence • Support • Conclusion • Rephrase thesis • Wrap it up

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