BLS over at The Topmost Apple has suggested that we post a couple of our favourite poems. I'd have loved to find an audio file for the following poem to include with it but haven't had any luck so far. Email me if you know of one.

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Limited
- Carl Sandburg

I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
answers: “Omaha.”