Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Sixteen Months - Poem by Carl Sandburg

On the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams.
It is a thin spiral of blue smoke,
A morning campfire at a mountain lake.

On the lips of the child Janet,
Wisps of haze on ten miles of corn,
Young light blue calls to young light gold of morning.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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