Fire-Logs
[By Carl Sandburg, from Persons Half Known in the
collection Cornhuskers]
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.
© 1946 Carl Sandburg | All rights reserved
Used by permission of Houghton Harcourt Mifflin Publishing
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