I WAS well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had lived and worked. That was the home for me, Though all my children had flown afar -- Which is the way of Nature -- all but one. The boy, who was the baby, stayed at home, To be my help in my failing years And the solace of his mother. But I grew weaker, as he grew stronger, And he quarreled with me about the business, And his wife said I was a hindrance to it; And he won his mother to see as he did, Till they tore me up to be transplanted With them to her girlhood home in Missouri. And so much of my fortune was gone at last, Though I made the will just as he drew it, He profited little by it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP |