Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Lost - Poem by Carl Sandburg

Desolate and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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