Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. – Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. – Carl Sandburg
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by. – Carl Sandburg
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it. – Carl Sandburg