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= __Carl Sandburg__ =

Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never  let out a whisper.  Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you  answered with grey eyes never blinking, shut lips  never talking.  Not one croak of anything you know has come from your  cat crouch of ages.  I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my  questions: I know the answers you hold.
 * A Sphinx By Carl Sandburg:**

 Fog By Carl Sandburg:

 The fog comes  on little cat feet.  It sits looking  over harbor and city  on silent haunches  and then moves on. =

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= = = = Style and Experience: = <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"> Carl Sandburg got most of his experience from working for the Chicago Newspaper. He was influenced by his experience as a farmer as a child, and a city dweller when he grew up. He also loved to base his work off of his hometown, Chicago. Some of his poems were about the "industrial and agriculture America, American geography and landscape, and American common people." Clearly he loves to write about his surroundings and the environment he lives in. He is inspired by nature and society, and all they have to offer. That is why Sherwood Anderson claims that "among all the authors of America", Carl Anderson is his poet. Amy Lowell said that his Chicago poems were "one of the most original books his age has produced." And many others have said that he is "truly the author of America", due to all of his American culture based poems. But of course, every party has to have a pooper, and this one's name would be Walt Whitman. The man claimed that his "six year old daughter could write better poetry." every one has a different opinion on Carl Sandburg's work. But that is what makes so many people want to read it.

= Biography: =

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<span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Arial; margin: 0px;"> Carl Sandburg is known as the father of American Poetry. He was born in Galesburg IL, in 1878, on January 6<span style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Arial;">th. He had a very poor childhood; he had to drop out of school at age 13 to support his family. Later in his life at age 17 he traveled to California as a hobo. Then he served in the army at age 21. Once he got out of the army one of his fellow soldiers convince Sandburg to go to Lombard College. He was a very good student there. Sandburg’s poetry caught the eye of his professor, the professor paid for all of the publishing for Sandburg’s first book, Reckless Ecstasy. Although his great work Sandburg never received a diploma. He soon married Lillian Sandburg. After their honeymoon they moved to Milwaukee. There he worked as a newspaper writer and an advertisement writer. After Milwaukee he moved to Chicago and became the editor for the Chicago Daily News. He met Harriet Monroe in Chicago. Harriet loved Sandburg’s poetry. Monroe later published the rest of his work. Carl Sandburg died in 1967. Carl Sandburg published many books and poetry, here are only some of them. In Reckless Ecstay, 1904, The plaint of a Rose, 1905, Incidentals, 1905<span style="color: #4d4a3f; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial;">//.// <span style="color: #000000; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial;">﻿ Also he wrote Chicago Poems, 1916, Smoke and Steel, 1920, Good Morning America, 1928 and many more. ======

__ Fall Breeze: __ By Sydney Wohl The wind will blow softly The wind will blow hard. The Fall Breeze sweeps their feet

The wind will blow quietly, The wind will blow loudly. The Fall Breeze shakes the trees so that they move in harmony.

No one knows where the wind will go, no one knows where the wind will blow.

The Fall Breeze will come and go , as the people listen and dance as it does so.

GREEN BAY BY: CHARLIE LAWRENCE Green Bay Lacks population What it doesn’t lack Is passion

The super bowl trophy Lives her, named after The great Lombardi

Now comes its return Thanks to Clay and Aaron There will be great pride In the city of Title town

They call us Cheese heads Cuz we love it so, Not to mention the one thing we love more The Packers of course

Now I go to bed With the temp at 3 below I will not dream of counting sheep But I will dream of no defeat