They Ask Each Other Where They Came From Poem by Carl Sandburg

They Ask Each Other Where They Came From

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AM I the river your white birds fly over?
Are you the green valley my silver channels roam?
The two of us a bowl of blue sky day time and a bowl of red stars night time?
Who picked you
out of the first great whirl of nothings
and threw you here?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 29 November 2015

Reading this puts a great big smile on my face- -he paints a scene so quick and sure and then asks the greatest philosophical question of all times in such a beautiful way

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