Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FLAT LANDS, by CARL SANDBURG



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First Line: Flat lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying
Last Line: Stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this april night.


FLAT lands on the end of town where real estate men are crying new
subdivisions,
The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and hundreds of
nights, flat lands -- blood and fire of sunsets thousands
of years have
been pouring over you.
And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A shower of blue
stars. Blurs of white and gray stars. Vast marching processions of
stars arching over you flat lands where frogs sob this April night.
"Lots for Sale -- Easy Terms" run letters painted on a
board -- and the
stars wheel onward, the frogs sob this April night.






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