Carl Sandburg

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure if they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.

Stormy husky brawling City of the Big Shoulders.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

Let only the young come, Says the sea. Let them kiss my face And hear me. I am the last word And I tell Where storms and stars come from.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Gather the stars if you wish it soGather the songs and keep them.Gather the faces of women.Gather for keeping years and years.And then...Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye.Let the stars and songs go.Let the faces and years go.Loosen your hands and say good-bye.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their child came it should be a *free* child. "It must be a free child," they said to each other. "It must not be a child standing still all its life on a street corner. Yes, if we have a child she mist be free to run across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea. Yes, it must be a free child."So time passed on. Their child came. It was a railroad train, the Golden Spike Limited, the fastest long distance train in the Rootabaga Country. It ran across the prairie, to the mountains, to the sea.

Beware of advice__ven this.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.

I speak of new cities and new peopleI tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,a sun dropped in the west.I tell you there is nothing in the worldonly an ocean of tomorrows.a sky of tomorrows.I am a brother of the cornhuskers who sayat sundown:Tomorrow is a day._- Carl Sandburg, Cornhuskers

A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.