Posted on 08/22/2013

Photo taken on March 13, 2009

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East Lansing
Carl Sandburg

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The silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slowI shall foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.

The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.

The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.

"THE ROAD AND THE END " ~ Carl Sandburg

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Glorious morning image, love the flare from the rising sun. Lovely..
4 years ago.