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Vintage verse - Loam by Carl Sandburg


In the loam we sleep,
In the cool moist loam,
To the lull of years that pass
And the break of stars,

From the loam, then, 46 more words


Midnight Musings ~ Understanding

I think we’ve all been here once or twice :)

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Veterans' Day and NaNoWriMo

Why is it NaNoWriMo schedules never work as planned? My ideas for scheduled posts never made it off the page, I’ve only written 300 words of NaNoWriMo, and – to top it off – I’m feeling under the weather. 240 more words



The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

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Vintage verse - Theme in Yellow by Carl Sandburg

Theme in Yellow

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins. 49 more words


Back Again to Connamara

Time’s coming. I can feel it. Time to go again to Connemara to spend a few hours walking the grounds, following the guide through the house, left exactly as it was when the family left in 1967 (after he died, but not long after) and never returned. 136 more words