Valley Song
1878-1967
Your eyes and the valley are memories.
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl.
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
I will see you again to-morrow.
I will see you again in a million years.
I will never know your dark eyes again.
These are three ghosts I keep.
These are three sumach-red dogs I run with.
All of it wraps and knots to a riddle:
I have the moon, the timberline, and you.
All three are gone -- and I keep all three.
DayPoems Poem No. 1353
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1353.html">Valley Song by Carl Sandburg</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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