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2019—On Silent Haunches

When Carl Sandburg penned his poem “Fog” in 1916, he may have had the Great Smoky Mountains in mind. The poem is brief but perfectly describes the ground fog in the Great Smoky Mountains. It creeps in and settles around the trees, obscuring them from sight, then suddenly disappears. If you are not familiar with the poem:

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.