Posted by: traveller2006 | September 25, 2007

S - sunflower

 

Cripple, by Carl Sandburg

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I said to myself
I would rather have been a tall sunflower
Living in a country garden
Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
Rain-washed and dew-misted,
Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
And wonderingly watching night after night
The clear silent processionals of stars.

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