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For thinking of the humorous thing called life。
Barney Hainsfeather
IF the excursion train to Peoria
Had just been wrecked； I might have escaped with my life
Certainly I should have escaped this place。
But as it was burned as well； they mistook me
For John Allen who was sent to the Hebrew Cemetery At Chicago； And
lohn for me； so I lie here。
It was bad enough to run a clothing store in this town；
But to be buried hereach！
Petit； the Poet
SEEDS in a dry pod； tick； tick； tick；
Tick； tick； tick； like mites in a quarrel
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof。
Triolets； villanelles； rondels； rondeaus；
Ballades by the score with the same old thought：
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished；
And what is love but a rose that fades？
Life all around me here in the village：
Tragedy； comedy； valor and truth；
Courage； constancy； heroism； failure
All in the loom； and oh what patterns！
Woodlands； meadows； streams and rivers
Blind to all of it all my life long。
Triolets； villanelles； rondels； rondeaus；
Seeds in a dry pod； tick； tick； tick； Tick； tick； tick； what little iambics；
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines？
Pauline Barrett
ALMOST the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife
And almost a year to creep back into strength；
Till the dawn of our wedding decennial
Found me my seeming self again。
We walked the forest together；
By a path of soundless moss and turf。
But I could not look in your eyes；
And you could not look in my eyes；
For such sorrow was oursthe beginning of gray in your hair。
And I but a shell of myself。
And what did we talk of？ sky and water；
Anything； Omost； to hide our thoughts。
And then your gift of wild roses；
Set on the table to grace our dinner。
Poor heart； how bravely you struggled
To imagine and live a remembered rapture！
Then my spirit drooped as the night came on；
And you left me alone in my room for a while；
As you did when I was a bride； poor heart。
And I looked in the mirror and something said：
〃One should be all dead when one is half…dead〃
Nor ever mock life； nor ever cheat love。〃
And I did it looking there in the mirror
Dear； have you ever understood？
Mrs。 Charles Bliss
REVEREND WILEY advised me not to divorce him
For the sake of the children；
And Judge Somers advised him the same。
So we stuck to the end of the path。
But two of the children thought he was right；
And two of the children thought I was right。
And the two who sided with him blamed me；
And the two who sided with me blamed him；
And they grieved for the one they sided with。
And all were torn with the guilt of judging；
And tortured in soul because they could not admire
Equally him and me。
Now every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars
Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak。
And no mother would let her baby suck
Diseased milk from her breast。
Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls
Where there is no sunlight； but only twilight；
No warmth； but only dampness and cold
Preachers and judges！
Mrs。 George Reece
To this generation I would say：
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty。
It may serve a turn in your life。
My husband had nothing to do
With the fall of the bankhe was only cashier。
The wreck was due to the president； Thomas Rhodes；
And his vain； unscrupulous son。
Yet my husband was sent to prison；
And I was left with the children；
To feed and clothe and school them。
And I did it； and sent them forth
Into the world all clean and strong；
And all through the wisdom of Pope； the poet：
〃Act well your part； there all the honor lies。〃
Rev。 Lemuel Wiley
I PREACHED four thousand sermons；
I conducted forty revivals；
And baptized many converts。
Yet no deed of mine
Shines brighter in the memory of the world；
And none is treasured more by me：
Look how I saved the Blisses from divorce；
And kept the children free from that disgrace；
To grow up into moral men and women；
Happy themselves； a credit to the village。
Thomas Ross； Jr。
THIS I saw with my own eyes： A cliffswallow
Made her nest in a hole of the high clay…bank
There near Miller's Ford。
But no sooner were the young hatched
Than a snake crawled up to the nest
To devour the brood。
Then the mother swallow with swift flutterings
And shrill cries
Fought at the snake；
Blinding him with the beat of her wings；
Until he； wriggling and rearing his head；
Fell backward down the bank
Into Spoon River and was drowned。
Scarcely an hour passed
Until a shrike
Impaled the mother swallow on a thorn。
As for myself I overcame my lower nature
Only to be destroyed by my brother's ambition。
Rev。 Abner Peet
I HAD no objection at all
To selling my household effects at auction
On the village square。
It gave my beloved flock the chance
To get something which had belonged to me
For a memorial。
But that trunk which was struck off
To Burchard； the grog…keeper！
Did you know it contained the manuscripts
Of a lifetime of sermons？
And he burned them as waste paper。
Jefferson Howard
MY valiant fight！ For I call it valiant；
With my father's beliefs from old Virginia：
Hating slavery； but no less war。
I； full of spirit； audacity； courage
Thrown into life here in Spoon River；
With its dominant forces drawn from
New England； Republicans； Calvinists； merchants； bankers；
Hating me； yet fearing my arm。
With wife and children heavy to carry
Yet fruits of my very zest of life。
Stealing odd pleasures that cost me prestige；
And reaping evils I had not sown；
Foe of the church with its charnel dankness；
Friend of the human touch of the tavern；
Tangled with fates all alien to me；
Deserted by hands I called my own。
Then just as I felt my giant strength
Short of breath； behold my children
Had wound their lives in stranger gardens
And I stood alone； as I started alone
My valiant life！ I died on my feet；
Facing the silencefacing the prospect
That no one would know of the fight I made。
Albert Schirding
JONAS KEENE thought his lot a hard one
Because his children were all failures。
But I know of a fate more trying than that：
It is to be a failure while your children are successes。
For I raised a brood of eagles
Who flew away at last； leaving me
A crow on the abandoned bough。
Then； with the ambition to prefix
Honorable to my name；
And thus to win my children's admiration；
I ran for County Superintendent of Schools；
Spending my accumulations to win and lost。
That fall my daughter received first prize in
Paris For her picture； entitled； 〃The Old Mill〃
（It was of the water mill before Henry Wilkin put in steam。）
The feeling that I was not worthy of her finished me。
Jonas Keene
WHY did Albert Schirding kill himself
Trying to be County Superintendent of Schools；
Blest as he was with the means of life
And wonderful children； bringing him honor
Ere he was sixty？
If even one of my boys could have run a news…stand；
Or one of my girls could have married a decent man；
I should not have walked in the rain
And jumped into bed with clothes all wet；
Refusing medical aid。
Yee Bow
THEY got me into the Sunday…school
In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop
Confuci