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Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

—Carl Sandburg, “Fog,” The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (Harcourt Brace, 1970).

Poetry

Quote for Today: Carl Sandburg

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Carl Sandburg

Quote For Today

Don't feed the behemoth twice.

I’ve had cats for most of my life–all short-haired, lithe creatures with dignity and self-control. I scoffed at other, substandard cats: the ones who binged and barfed, destroyed the furniture, and peed in the corner. 1,163 more words

Humor

Summer Corn Field

There is a tidal wave of green undulating under the prairie sun. The tall, glossy stalks and tassels reach well over my head.

And when a breeze passes over the field, the corn dances and sways. 106 more words

Photography

Three-Dimensional Democracy

“. . . faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

Hebrews 11.1 (Holy Bible NRSV)

Surely, faith in democracy is a steadfast hope for a condition of self-rule that so far remains unrealized—a belief in the unseen.   660 more words

Tricksters

Sunrise

Hail, sunrise!
Burn away the demons of the night
That crept stealthily across slumbering gyrus
On Sandburg’s paws

©Heather Coldstream

Poetry