It was quite foggy this morning as I made my way to the laboratory. In some areas it was as thick as pea soup, to use a tired phrase. It made me think of one of my favorite poems. It was a favorite of my Dad, as well.
Fog
The fog comes
On little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
- Carl Sandburg, 1878 – 1967

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Jim L. Wright is a storyteller with a lifetime of experiences as colorful as the characters he creates. Born and raised in Piedmont, Alabama, Jim’s connection to the land, history, and people of the region runs deep. His debut novel New Yesterdays is set in his hometown, where he grew up listening to stories of the past—stories that sparked his imagination and curiosity for history.
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One of my favorite poems as well, Jim. Having lived in the SanFrancisco area the poem would go through my head as a drove cross the Golden Gate Bridge in August.
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I was in San Francisco long ages ago and the fog impressed me more than anything!
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Yes, I remember that poem as well. It conjures up the image of fog so well. Thank you for reminding me of it.
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I’m not certain, mind you, but I think this may have been the first poem I learned “by heart”. Thanks for coming by, Jay.
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Great poem. It’s snowing today up here. Like fog, the snow quiets things down.
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Oh yes! I love the quietness that a blanket of snow brings to the world.
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I just love foggy days, our Jim. Love the poem too.
We get sea fog here in Brixham. It’s really spook-a-y
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Oh! I’d love to experience the sea fog in Rightpondia! Thanks for coming round, our Caz!
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