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Harvest Sunset

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

Red gold of pools,
 Sunset furrows six o’clock,
 And the farmer done in the fields
 And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.

 Take the cows and the farmer,
 Take the barns and bulging udders.
 Leave the red gold of pools
 And sunset furrows six o’clock.
 The farmer’s wife is singing.
 The farmer’s boy is whistling.
 I wash my hands in red gold of pools.

Published in Smoke and Steel
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