observations of nature to clear-eyed looks at Chicago history and neighborhoods to unsentimental reflections on aging. One poem about walking over fallen leaves compares the sounds to crunching cornflakes and snare drums."Poetry was a new chapter in his life," said his son, Jon. "It gave him a focus."
Mr. Babbin particularly enjoyed conversing with other poets using the site. The experience opened a whole new world for him.
from Chicago Tribune: Fred Babbin, 1925-2011
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