Sunday, November 7, 2010

Carl Sandburg

A few weekends ago, we went to Carl Sandburg's home, Connemara, in Flat Rock, NC.  The kids loved running wild with the goats (a few are descendants from the prize winning dairy goats that Sandburg's wife, Lilian, raised).  And we loved walking through the beautiful fall foliage reflecting off the pond at this time of year.

So in memory of Sandburg, let me share with you one of our favorite Sandburg poems:

by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

If you're interested in reading more of Sandburg's poetry, I recommend Poetry for young People Carl Sandburg edited by Frances Schoonmaker Bolin and illustrated by Steven Arcella.

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