New Feet
Read 'New Feet' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.
Grass crawls over old gun wheels
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple
Into the summer’s southwest wind,
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.
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