Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Sandburg says it Best

I suppose we all read this one, at some time during our school years.  There is something to be said though, for rising at 6:30 a.m. and living it.


Fog
Carl Sandburg - 1878-1967

The fog comes
on little cat feet

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




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16 comments:

  1. Tabitha BirdSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:13 AM

    I love that!
    The fog comes on little cat feet- magic words!

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  2. Yvonne OsborneSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:30 AM

    He proved that simple words say it best.. Love that....little cat feet. And nice spider web. Sure hate to walk through one, though. Winter cometh.

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  4. Anne GallagherSeptember 28, 2011 at 8:39 AM

    I LOVE this poem. I LOVE your pictures. As a matter of fact, it's foggy today where I am. Of course, I don't have a dory in front of my house, but the soy bean fields are popping with dew and there's deer on the tree line.

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  5. Jan MorrisonSeptember 28, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    Why yes it does! I remember this poem - here's one back at you :

    The Red Wheelbarrow
    by William Carlos Williams

    so much depends
    upon
    a red wheel
    barrow

    glazed with rain
    water

    beside the white
    chickens.

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  6. Colette MartinSeptember 28, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    How timely since we have had so many foggy days lately. Here's to wishing the fog will soon lift.

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  7. Robyn CampbellSeptember 28, 2011 at 10:27 AM

    Beautiful words and excellent pics. You rock, Liza. I am jealous of your photographer's eye. :-)

    Carl Sandburg's home is a 30 minute drive from me. He was awesome.

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  8. Susan Flett SwiderskiSeptember 28, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    Darn it, we don't see much in the way of fog in landlocked Atlanta, but where I grew up, we were shrouded in it quite frequently, and I really miss it. Thanks for posting the super foggy pics and my favorite foggy poem.

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  9. Tricia J. O'BrienSeptember 28, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    Gorgeous fog fotos, Liza. I love that last one with the splash of red, haunting.
    Also adore the poems posted by you and Jan. *sigh*

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  10. ReenaSeptember 28, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    I love all these photos but that last one is gorgeous!

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  11. Alex J. CavanaughSeptember 28, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    But your photos are even better!

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  12. Lydia KangSeptember 29, 2011 at 12:39 AM

    I adore fog. I love how it hovers, just like in your poem.

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  13. glnrozSeptember 29, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    ,,,fog,,,,yes,,the fog, I like fog,,(if i am not drivin,)

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  14. Jon PaulSeptember 29, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    Beautiful! But I agree with Alex.

    Miss those New England fogs, I do! :D

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  15. J.B. ChicoineOctober 1, 2011 at 10:38 AM

    Lovely! Looks the same in NH this morning!

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  16. mshatchOctober 4, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    Oh thank you for reminding me how much I loved that!

    Your pictures are lovely, reminds me of the Cape.

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