Poetry+Bengals

Rachel & Vicky chose this book Carl Sandburg, poem Plowboy



After the last red sunset glimmer, Black on the line of a low hill rise, Formed into moving shadows, I saw A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray, Plowing in the dusk the last furrow. The turf had a gleam of brown, And smell of soil was in the air, And, cool and moist, a haze of April.
 * Plowboy**

I shall remember you long, Plowboy and horses against the sky in shadow. You made for me, Turning the turf in the dusk And haze of an April gloaming.

Response:

We chose this poem because it had a lot of feeling, meaning, and description.