Gandy dancers sleep all night. They creep wearily to their creaking double-bunks in the little old red freight cars on the siding. They sleep, but never dream, for what do they know of songs and beauty? All a gandy dancer wants is a full belly and a little love and sleep. Creator of the cold smooth silver bands, but he wouldn't know ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |