A Poem from Sandburg’s House



At Carl Sandburg’s house,
Tourists snap pictures of
Books behind glass
Stacked top to bottom
Downstairs and up
Exactly as the poet left them

Titles beckon as voices from the past,
Tease our collective imagination
And bring Carl and his family to life
Inhabitants and possessions
Defined with the times, inseparable
Intriguing, and everlasting

In our world, clutter is disdained
Shunned.  A psychological
Condition thrown over for computers
And kindles,  presenting a clean slate
Whereas our chaotic realities
Are so  much more complicated,
And fun…

Published by Doug Hoekstra

Father, wordsmith, musician, creative.

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