In Grade 4 I learned a poem by Carl Sandburg:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Any poems you remember from long-ago days at school?
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Posted in Down home, tagged Carl Sandburg on May 3, 2010| 1 Comment »
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