ROSES and gold
For you today,
And the flash of flying flags.
I will have
Ashes,
Dust in my hair,
Crushes of hoofs.
Your name
Fills the mouth
Of rich man and poor.
Women bring
Armfuls of flowers
And throw on you.
I go hungry
Down in dreams
And loneliness,
Across the rain
To slashed hills
Where men wait and hope for me.
Places
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: hair, hope, poor, rain, today, women, wait, mouth, bring, gold, dust, hungry, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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