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Seeds from My Garden

Back for a holiday, I visit My home, that old cottage, Conduct the new tenant over the grounds, Say, “Here are the onions, back From last year, I planted these. A little ground fire in spring Will weed through the blackberries, In summer they’ll go to eight feet. The sod here is cleared, for last summer I took shovel, planted peas, lettuce, Carrot, red radish. The sour kind Of clover grows here on the lawn, Boon to salads. Wild flowers, Good for a week in the house.” (By the wall, a garrulous stalk, Alien seed pods clumped in the sun,

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Carl Sandburg

Near Keokuk

Thirty-two Greeks are dipping their feet in a creek. Sloshing their bare feet in a cool flow of clear water. All one midsummer day ten hours the Greeks stand in leather shoes shoveling gravel. Now they hold their toes and ankles to the drift of running water. Then they go to the bunk cars and eat mulligan and prune sauce. Smoke one or two pipefuls, look at the stars, tell smutty stories About men and women they have known, countries they have seen, Railroads they have built — and then the deep sleep of children.

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