If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.
Carl SandburgPoetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.
Carl SandburgMy first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.
Carl Sandburg