Carl Sandburg

Theme In Yellow

I SPOT the hills

With yellow balls in autumn.

I light the prairie cornfields

Orange and tawny gold clusters

And I am called pumpkins.

On the last of October

When dusk is fallen

Children join hands

And circle round me

Singing ghost songs

And love to the harvest moon;

I am a jack-o'-lantern

With terrible teeth

And the children know

I am fooling.

We Must Be Polite

If an elephant knocks on your door and asks for

something to eat, there are two things to say:

Tell him there are nothing but cold victuals in

the house and he will do better next door.

This is a picture of Carl Sandburg. He was born on January 6th, 1878, in Galesburg, Illinois. He always was a wonderer who always wanted to experiment with new things and ideas. He also loved traveling. When he was eighteen, he had several jobs which included delivering milk and delivering blocks of ice to homes and stores.


	Old Woman THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain; Against a pane I press my forehead And drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks. The headlight finds the way And life is gone from the wet and the welter-- Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared. Far-wandered waif of other days, Huddles for sleep in a doorway, Homeless.

Doors An open door says, "Come in." A shut door says, "Who are you?" Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors. If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it? If a door is open and you want it open, why shut it? Doors forget but only doors know what it is doors forget.

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