In Like a Lamb With Fog on Little Cat Feet

Heading up-Island through pea soup. Albert O. Fischer

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Carl Sandburg wrote: The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. March came in like a lamb on the Vineyard, a soft, fuzzy, foggy lamb.

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Lucille , California
I learned this poem in 1958. I loved it then and now.
March 9, 2022 - 10:09pm
Judy, Bethlehem, PA
Same here
August 7, 2024 - 9:28am
Scott, Charlotte
I too learned to live this poem about the same time. Sandburg was a genius. So much imagined by such a short recitation. I repeat it to myself often.
March 14, 2022 - 12:37am
James Brown, Putney London
Only just discovered it. It's very beautiful.
March 30, 2022 - 8:28pm
Linda, RICHMOND HILL
I say this to my cat every foggy day.
September 21, 2022 - 8:52pm
Savannah, Bolinas
I love this poem it’s very foggy where I am now so I’m like yeahhhhh
October 7, 2022 - 9:50pm
jesse, ft payne
I remember my 6th grade teacher having this on a recording of different poems set to music. Almost 50 years later I still hear it.
January 31, 2023 - 11:28am
Jane, New York
I learned this poem in school as a young child. I have never forgotten it.
January 15, 2024 - 11:01pm
Sherryl von Glahn, Pawcatuck
I so loved this poem! Carl Sanburg's gentle, beautiful portrayal of "fog rolling in" still carries me back to 1958.
April 3, 2025 - 3:52pm

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