Bards of the Sangamo 6-26-03
It's not sunup at Lincoln Greens,
the skies are dark and gray.
But I'm poised to start my work,
on bunkers and fairways.
The mowers sweep across the greens,
the fairways and the tees.
Their eerie lights, their ghost-like shapes,
might startle some--not me!
You lucky folks who sleep 'till eight,
and work from nine to five.
You really don't know what you miss,
at "first light" and sunrise.
--Max N. McIntyre
Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo Journal as early as the 1830s. People's Poetry wants you to share your thoughts on what's happening in Springfield today--in poetic form. Poems on any subject will be considered, but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged. Send yours to poetry editor Lee Gurga, P.O. Box 662, Lincoln, IL 62656, or to firstname.lastname@example.org with "Bards of the Sangamo" in the subject line. (Please limit your submissions to poems of 14 lines or less.)