Today’s Poem ~ Evening Song

Evening Song

Sherwood Anderson

My song will rest while I rest. I struggle along. I’ll get back to the corn and the open fields.

Don’t fret, love, I’ll come out all right. 

Back of Chicago the open fields. Were you ever there 

Trains coming toward you out of the West. Streaks of light on the long gray plains? 

Many a song aching to sing. 

I’ve got a gray and ragged brother in my breast that’s a fact. 

Back of Chicago the open fields long trains go west too in the silence. 

Don’t fret, love. I’ll come out all right.