| Good Night | |
| by Carl Sandburg (from Smoke and Steel, 1920) | |
Many ways to say good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes. They fizz in the air, touch the water and quit. Rockets make a trajectory of gold-and-blue and then go out. Railroad trains at night spell with a smokestack mushrooming a white pillar. Steamboats turn a curve in the Mississippi crying a baritone that crosses lowland cottonfields to razorback hill. It is easy to spell good night. Many ways to spell good night. |
Happy 4th!
Happy belated 4th to you, Kev! Hope it was dazzling 🙂 .
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Perfect thoughts for the holiday
Early on the 4th I stopped at a lemonade stand (how could I not, such cute kids!) and Dad, who was collecting the money had a very striped top hat on (red, white, and blue) and he wished me a “Happy Holiday!” with a distinct British accent. I’d say that was very sporting of him 😉 .
I hope you had a gorgeous Fourth of July, Vickie.
I suspect the gent you mentioned above was a Limey spy lulling you into a false sense of security! (And I say that as a Limey! Bwahahahaha!)
It was gorgeous, and sweltering hot, and for a Limey spy he made great lemonade 😉 !
I forgot to say that your use of the Sandburg poem is a delight. He had such a very *American* style, the almost bluntly colloquial with High Poetry. Great choice, Madame Vickie.
“Bluntly colloquial with High Poetry,” that’s perfect!
*It is to blush!* You are too, too kind, Ms Lester.