|Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.|
|By Sherwood Anderson|
From Mid-American Songs
MY song will rest while I rest. I struggle along. Ill get back to the corn and the open fields. Dont fret, love, Ill come out all right.
|Back of Chicago the open fields. Were you ever theretrains coming toward you out of the Weststreaks of light on the long gray plains? Many a songaching to sing.|
|Ive got a gray and ragged brother in my breastthats a fact. Back of Chicago the open fieldslong trains go west tooin the silence. Dont fret, love. Ill come out all right.|