Digging

Hi Guys ! Here I've posted a poem, which I like very much. It is called Digging, written by Seamus Heaney.

Then, I've added a gap-fill exercise for you to complete the words of the poem. It's quite beautiful and I hope you really enjoy it. 

Practise ! 

Digging - Seamus Heaney

Gap-fill exercise

Fill in all the gaps, then press "Check" to check your answers. Use the "Hint" button to get a free letter if an answer is giving you trouble. You can also click on the "[?]" button to get a clue. Note that you will lose points if you ask for hints or clues!

Between my finger my thumb
The pen rests; snug a gun.

Under window, a clean sound
When the sinks into gravelly :
My father, digging. look down

Till straining rump among flowerbeds
Bends low, up twenty years
Stooping in rhythm potato drills
Where was digging.

The boot nestled on lug, the shaft
the inside knee levered firmly.
He out tall tops, the bright edge
To scatter new that we picked,
their cool hardness our hands.

By , the old man handle a spade.
like his old .

My grandfather cut turf in a
Than any other on Toner’s bog.
I carried him in a bottle
sloppily with paper. straightened up
To it, then fell right away
Nicking slicing neatly, heaving
Over his shoulder, down and down
the good turf. .

The cold smell potato mould, the and slap
Of peat, the curt of an edge
living roots awaken my head.
But ’ve no spade to men like them.

my finger and thumb
The squat rests.
I’ll dig it.