A long taper of smoke, from a distant fire, rises into the sky— a dream, a song, a firefly breeze drifts through the sleepy meadows where dreams are wild, and all the heart knows the land.
- Carl Sandburg
A long taper of smoke, from a distant fire, rises into the sky— a dream, a song, a firefly breeze drifts through the sleepy meadows where dreams are wild, and all the heart knows the land.