Treasure Island

Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Upstairs


I too have a garret of old playthings.
I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs.
I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs.
I have guns and a drum, a jumping-jack and a magic lantern.
And dust is on them and I never look at them upstairs.
I too have a garret of old playthings.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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