New Feet

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Cornhuskers by Carl Sandburg
New Feet
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NEW FEET

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.