Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
Straight, shining, polished guns,
Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,
Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,
Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses,
Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties.
Shovels,
Broad, iron shovels,
Scooping out oblong vaults,
Loosening turf and leveling sod.
I ask you
To witness-
The shovel is brother to the gun.
--Carl Sandburg
6 comments:
In answer to yesterday's question concerning bats: Yes, people by the hundreds watch those bats every evening. There are even those who sell t-shirts honoring the occasion. Bats are creepy to me but I understand that they keep down the mosquito population.
Great poem and photo combination. Where is this?
Anon---not far from yesterday's pic---over at the War Memorial Building in SoPas.
beautiful poem L!
That poem is new to me. Thank you!
You opened my eyes to another Carl Sandburg! Thanks for that.
I like "laughing lithe jackies in white blouses"
Surely conjures up an image in my head.
Looks great! Nice poem, and the photo is perfect suitable for the poem.
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