Stuff of the moon
Runs on the lapping sand
Out to the longest shadows.
Under the curving willows,
And round the creep of the wave line,
Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters
Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night.
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This gives me the memory of my Grandfather's pond. When I go visit family in my birthtown/hometown I love sitting and relaxing by my Grandfather's pond. Watch the geese and ducks gander amongst each other, watch the fish plop every once in awhile and pet Max (a dog) comfortably by my side.
This piece gives me that image, and I have done what I state in the eve'ning time.
A lovely and beautifully displayed piece by Sandburg.
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