Seamus Heaney, one of the most renowned Irish poets of the twentieth century, often wrote about his Irish childhood and his Father. In “Digging,” Heaney writes about his hardworking Father, digging deep into the Irish soil and handing his children the potatoes they had grown. “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...
