Visit to Galesburg, IL

I had the pleasure to visit with some potential agencies last week during an Information Session hosted at KCCDD.  Prior to the Info. Session, I was able to take to quick visit to the birthplace of Carl Sandburg.   Although formal tours were not available at 7 in the morning, I still learned plenty.

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Also, here are a couple of poems I like that were written by Carl Sandburg:

At a Window
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.


Home Thoughts by Carl Sandburg
THE SEA rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.

Speak to me of how you miss me.
Tell me the hours go long and slow.

Speak to me of the drag on your heart,
The iron drag of the long days.

I know hours empty as a beggar’s tin cup on a rainy day, empty as a soldier’s sleeve with an arm lost.

Speak to me …


Michelle :)