You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Saying good-by to an even river.
And I said, you remember,
Those fore-arms of yours
Were finer than bronzes
And you were glad.
It was tears
And a path west
and a home-going
when I asked
Why there were scars of worn gold
Where a man's ring was fixed once
On your third finger.
And I call you
To come back
before the days are longer.
Aztec
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: home, remember, river, sunset, good, finger, glad, gold, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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