I am a copper wire slung in the air, <br />Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow. <br />Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming: <br />It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the <br />tears, the work and want, <br />Death and laughter of men and women passing through <br />me, carrier of your speech, <br />In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the <br />shine drying, <br />A copper wire.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-a-telephone-pole/
