Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Harvest Sunset - Poem by Carl Sandburg

RED gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six o'clock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.

Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six o'clock.
The farmer's wife is singing.
The farmer's boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014



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