I’ve loved Sandburg’s poetry since I read Fog at nine. People compare him to Frost but no, their style and approach is completely different.
Sandburg’s images are strong and colorful and he writes of the everyday life in cities and on farms. If you know any classical music, I’d say Fanfare for the Common Man is a soundtrack for much of his work.
The fog comes on little cat 🐈 feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches
And then moves on.