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Thursday, July 14, 2011

"FOG" by CARL SANDBURG



“FOG” by Carl Sandburg


The fog comes
In on little cat feet
It sits looking
Over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on.

Love Sandburg’s comparison of fog to a cat. He expressed it so eloquently and in such few words. And yet his words are vivid and produce not only a picture but the movement of fog.

Sherry Hill
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