HATS, where do you belong?
what is under you?
On the rim of a skyscraper's forehead
I looked down and saw: hats: fifty thousand hats:
Swarming with a noise of bees and sheep, cattle and waterfalls,
Stopping with a silence of sea grass, a silence of prairie corn.
Hats: tell me your high hopes.
Hats
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: sea, grass, sheep, high, noise, belong, silence, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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