I’ve never participated in Poetry Friday before, thing many children’s lit blogs do. I’m not even sure who started it–I just see it everywhere. But at any rate, my post about little cat feet made me remember that perhaps I might want to share just this one poem.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg was born in Galesburg, Illinois, which is also where my mom is from and where that whole side of the family has lived since before Carl Sandburg’s day. We lived there several times when I was growing up. There’s even a Carl Sandburg College, a local community college. So I heard about Carl Sandburg a lot, but in an ironic twist, never actually discovered his poetry until I’d moved away and gone to college. This one is one of
my favorites. Probably because I love little cat feet.