Back Yard

Carl Sandburg, 1878 - 1967

Shine on, O moon of summer. 

Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, 

All silver under your rain to-night. 

An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. 

A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;

     to-night they are throwing you kisses.

An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a

     cherry tree in his back yard. 

The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking

     white thoughts you rain down. 

     Shine on, O moon, 

Shake out more and more silver changes.

(S-R photo: The July 12, 2014, full moon over Spokane was a "super moon.")

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