Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Gone - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things
And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she’s gone.


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  • Silver Star - 3,188 Points Kevin Patrick (10/25/2012 10:10:00 PM)

    Poor Chick flew the coup, but atleast it gave us a masterclass write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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