Fire-Logs Poem by Carl Sandburg

Fire-Logs

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Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.

Monday, January 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,fire
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