Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem A Coin of poet Carl Sandburg

A Coin

Your western heads here cast on money, 
You are the two that fade away together, 
Partners in the mist. 

Lunging buffalo shoulder, 
Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are gone 
Salute your forms on the new nickel. 

You are 
To us: 
The past.

On the prairie: