Sandburg’s poetry was as organic as poetry can be. Most of his work was merely “tweaked” and perhaps not even that. His poetry was written on note cards, scraps of paper, the back of cardboard boxes. Where ever and whenever he could have a thought and find a pencil he started writing. He often sat in the back of the huge house, shirtless with typewriter and cigar punching away at the keys for hours.
Here is the Sandburg short poem that most of us memorized in our early school years
