Jack was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun
He worked thirty years on the railroad, ten hours a day, and his hands were tougher than sole leather
He married a tough woman and they had eight children and the woman died and the children grew up and went away and wrote the old man every two years
He died in the poorhouse sitting on a bench in the sun telling reminiscences to other old men whose women were dead and children scattered
There was joy on his face when he died as there was joy on his face when he lived — he was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Jack" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
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This creative journey takes time—each composition represents hours of dedicated work to create something that deepens our connection to Carl Sandburg's words in meaningful ways.
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