Fire-Logs
Read 'Fire-Logs' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
NANCY HANKS dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.
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