Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Smoke and Steel. 1922.
II. People Who Must10. Crabapple Blossoms
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Somebody’s little girl—she played once under a crab-apple tree in June and the blossoms fell on the dark hair.
And out of her hair she shook the blossoms and went into the house and her mother washed her face and her mother had an ache in her heart at a rebel voice, “I don’t want to.”
How easy a sob story over who she once was and who she is now—and how the crabapple blossoms fell on her dark hair in June.
Let the girls wash off the paint and go for their midnight sandwiches—let ’em dream in the morning sun, late in the morning, long after the morning papers and the milk wagons—
Let ’em dream long as they want to … of June somewhere on the Erie line … and crabapple blossoms.