Read by Terry Casburn
Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman
Words in the Air
Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg
The Fire Dreams by Carl Sandberg I remember here by the fire in the flickering reds and saffrons. They came in a ramshackle tub, pilgrims, in tall hats, pilgrims of iron jaws, drifting by weeks on beaten seas. And the random chapters say they were glad and sang to God. And so, since the iron jarred men sat down and said, "Thanks, O God, for life and soup and a little less than a hobo handout today." Since grey winds blew grey patterns of sleep on Plymouth Rock, since the iron jarred men sang, "Thanks, O God, you and I, O child of the west, remember more than ever, November and the hunters' moon. November and the yellow-spotted hills." And so, in the name of the iron jarred men, I will stand up and say, "Yes," to the finishes come and gone. God of all broken hearts, empty hands, sleeping soldiers. God of all star-flung beaches of night sky. I and my love child stand up together today and sing, "Thanks, O God." [Music] [BLANK_AUDIO]
Read by Terry Casburn