Sarah's Daughter (I Peter 3:6)
Friday, September 23, 2011
POEM #5 Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
The first poem I ever remember loving. This must have been in elementary school at some point.
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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