A Life's Story and Other Poems

A Life's Story,

In Poetry.

Other Poems

A LIFE'S STORY

From One to Ninety-One

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(By Dennison Woodcock)
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Borne down by weight of ninety years
  My limbs have weaker grown;
'Mid joy and grief. 'mid smiles and tears
  How quick the years have flown.
I look 'way back, a distant view,
  To years of long ago.
I asked my brother if he knew
   What caused the winds to blow.

My brother answered me with ease,
  As if prepared to know;
It is those slim and lofty trees
  That make the wind to blow.
I looked and saw the lofty pines
  Waving to and fro;
They were full proof within my mind
  They were what made it blow.

When I felt the chilling breeze,
  The snowflakes whizzing round;
I felt a grudge against those trees.
  And wished they were cut down.
But a wee bit of a child
  Knew naught of nature's laws;
My mind was often running wild
  And took effect for cause.

Saw water gushing from a mill,
  Heard a fluttering sound;
As we went riding up the hill,
  The saw went up and down.
It remained a mystery still,
  The thing I could not know;
How water running through a mill
  Could make the saw to go.

A bush had lopped into a stream,
  Was bobbing up and down;
I thought that I had solved the theme
  The truth there I had found.
I went and fixed a limber stick,
  A saw attached also;
It run on water from the creek,
  The saw it would not go.

I went there to recruit my skill,
  Saw pitman, crank and wheel;
Then I went home and built a mill,
  With saw of tempered steel.
When I built that little mill
  I something more than played;
It helped to point mechanic skill.
  It helped to learn a trade.

To Boston went to learn a trade,
  It was the iron founder's,
Many patterns there I made,
  And lea

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