Poem by Carl Sandburg

Dan

EARLY May, after cold rain the sun baffling cold wind.
Irish setter pup finds a corner near the cellar door, 
     all sun and no wind,
Cuddling there he crosses forepaws and lays his skull
Sideways on this pillow, dozing in a half-sleep,
Browns of hazel nut, mahogany, rosewood, 
     played off against each other on his paws and head.

1. Baby Vamps
2. Haunts
3. River Roads
4. Beat, Old Heart
5. Theme in Yellow

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