Uncle Walt [Walt Mason], the Poet PhilosopherMason, Walt
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Uncle Walt [Walt Mason], the Poet Philosopher
Mason, Walt
Poetry
_The Eyes of Lincoln_
Sad eyes, that were patient and tender, sad eyes, that were steadfast
and true, and warm with the unchanging splendor of courage no ills could
subdue! Eyes dark with the dread of the morrow, and woe for the day that
was gone, the sleepless companions of sorrow, the watchers that
witnessed the dawn. Eyes tired from the clamor and goading, and dim from
the stress of the years, and hollowed by pain and foreboding, and
strained by repression of tears. Sad eyes that were wearied and
blighted, by visions of sieges and wars, now watch o'er a country united
from the luminous slopes of the stars!
_The Better Land_
There is a better world, they say, where tears and woe are done away;
there shining hosts in fields sublime are playing baseball all the time,
and there (where no one ever sins) the home team nearly always wins.
Upon that bright and sunny shore, we'll never need to sorrow more; no
umpires on the field are slain, no games are called because of rain. So
let us live that we may fly, on snowy pinions, when we die, to where the
pitcher never falls, or gives a man first base on balls; where
goose-eggs don't adorn the score, and shortstops fumble never more.
_Knowledge is Power_
One day a farmer found a bone; he thought at first it was a stone, and
threw it at a passing snake ere he discovered his mistake. But when he
knew it was a bone, and not a diamond or a stone, he took it to an
ancient sage, who said: "In prehistoric age, this was the shin-bone of a
Thor-dineriomegantosaur-megopium-permastodon-letheriumsohelpmejohn." The
farmer cried: "Dad bing my eyes! Was ever man so wondrous wise? He gazes
on a piece of bone, that I supposed to be a stone, and, with a
confidence sublime, he looks across the void of time, and gives this
fossil bone a name, the fragment of some creature's frame! To have such
knowledge, sir, as thine, I'd give those fertile farms of mine." "Don't
envy me," the sage replied, and shook his weary head, and sighed, "Your
life to me seems full and sweet--you always have enough to eat!"
_The Pie Eaters_
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