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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

New Feet

EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.  
Grass crawls over old gun wheels  
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple  
Into the summer’s southwest wind,  
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,          
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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