Hydrangeas
Read 'Hydrangeas' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the
petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what
way they go.
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