Love your Library — and Enjoy Carl Sandburg, Dead Poet
April 10-16 is National Library Week! To honor libraries and librarians, I share with you a poem shared with me by my librarian friend, Suzanne, who serves as a prime example of what is great about libraries and librarians. I'm glad she has been a part of my library — and my life.
Please enjoy this poem shared by Suzanne, who grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan and whose family has a personal connection to Carl Sandburg and his family's goats.
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it
is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.
A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from the peach
farms of Saugatuck.
Hundreds of electric bulbs break the night's darkness, a
flock of red and yellow birds with wings at a standstill.
Running along the deck railings are festoons and leaping
in curves are loops of light from prow and stern
to the tall smokestacks.
Over the hoarse crunch of waves at my pier comes a
hoarse answer in the rhythmic oompa of the brasses