Shine on, O moon of summer. <br />Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, <br />All silver under your rain to-night. <br /> <br />An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. <br />A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses. <br /> <br />An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard. <br /> <br />The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking white thoughts you rain down. <br /> <br />Shine on, O moon, <br />Shake out more and more silver changes.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-yard/
