Gone Poem by Carl Sandburg

Gone

Rating: 3.1


Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Far off
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things
And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she’s gone.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elizabeth Bloomfield 11 August 2016

It's a nice little poem, I like it!

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Alisha Castle 28 December 2015

nice work..................

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Kevin Patrick 25 October 2012

Poor Chick flew the coup, but atleast it gave us a masterclass write

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