Poems ✍️
  04.10.2025
  6

Author: Carl Sandburg

New Feet

EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.
Grass crawls over old gun wheels
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple
Into the summer's southwest wind,
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.


  war memory Nature Decay

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