The Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial, which I visited on Saturday, is the place that inspired Lincoln to write his one good poem (or at least the one good poem that survives). One of my boys memorized it last year for a school performance. It starts this way:
My childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s sadness in it too.
Lincoln loved poetry. Earlier this year, I wrote about his favorite poem.
This picture is from the memorial site in Indiana. Lincoln lived in this type of cabin between the ages of 7 and 21.