I came upon this, in my search for anything that can be taken as "midwest"
related. It is for my writing project in support of an art exhibit leaving
Columbus, OH, for Europe this winter. I think the Sandburg poem interesting,
and suppose some of you may also find it thoughtful. Carl Sandburg was,
after all, one of the great midwestern poets.
This poem he called "Limited."
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
(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