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The classic poem for this issue of The Fairfield Review was written by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967). Who can forget the awe and rising fullness felt when spying a harvest moon fresh from the horizon? --egh Child Moon By Carl Sandburg The child's wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing Shining through the branches Filtering on the leaves a golden sand, Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!" And in her bed fading to sleep With babblings of the moon on her little mouth. |
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