Praire-Carl Sandberg (1878-1967)

O Praire mother, I am one of your boys.
I have loved the prarie as a manwith a heart shot
full of pain over love.
Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as
one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire dobled
to a river moon of water.

I speak of new cities and new people.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yeasterday is a wind gone down,
a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
only an ocean of to-morrows,
a sky of to-morrows.

I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say
at sundown:
To-0morrow is a day.
--Carl Sandburg