On Saturday morning, I went to Bookmans, the big, local second-hand book store. I browsed, but the only book that wanted to come home with me was Wind Song, a slim volume of Carl Sandburg’s poetry. Many of these are poems that I could probably find online, but I like poetry in books.
On Saturday evening, I decided I wanted to expand my magic library from one shelf to two. This meant displacing most of the books on the second shelf. Some ended up in the closet. A stack of Russian lit ended up atop boxes of paperbacks. And a collection of mostly unread poetry books ended up in the bedroom. “I should start reading poetry on regular basis,” I thought. “Maybe one or two poems a day.”
So that’s my plan. And maybe once a month I’ll share my favorite poems from the previous reading period.
So, the first poem:
Sandburg fits this time of the year for me. Summer is just beginning to recede and I’m reminded of my “good old days” of going off to college in Lincoln, which seemed like it was out on the prairie to me.
Simple Tricks & Nonsense 