The Foggy Sandman

             When I read this poem for the first time, I was still at the age where I thought all poetry must rhyme. If you think that way, you'll most likely not appreciate this poem. If you think about how this poem sounds (it's always encouraged to read poetry aloud), you may think differently.

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.

(from A Treasury of Poetry for Young People, pg. 14)