Digging

In the poem "Digging" by Seamus Heaney, it reminds me of the so-called (olden days) when the farmers worked days and nights so very hard. "Bends low, comes up twenty years away" (line 7). The work takes it's toll on the body making it feel twenty years older than it really is. Most farmers passed the farm off to the next generation. "Loving their cool hardness in our hands" (14). Then they could feel the potatoes in their hands after all the hard work, that bares good food. The hard work pays off in the end.