TEN miles of flat land along the sea.
Sandland where the salt water kills the sweet potatoes.
Homes for sandpipers—the script of their feet is on the sea shingles—they write in the morning, it is gone at
noon—they write at noon, it is gone at night.
Pity the land, the sea, the ten mile flats, pity anything but the sandpiper’s wire legs and feet.

Added: Feb 4 2004 | Viewed: 1301 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 10. Sandpipers
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- V. Mist Forms
Year: Published/Written in 1922
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Sandpipers, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it. Of course you can also always discuss poems by Carl Sandburg with others on the American Poems poetry forum!