Sidi Mahtrow Poems

(from the book, by the Candelabra's Glare by Baum)

(Writ dejectedly at early dawn.)
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My country, tis of thee,
Sweet land of felony,
Of thee I sing, -
Land where my fathers fried
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Once you were the Queen of the fairways
Striding along ahead of the pack
Club in hand, eye on the ball
As you with deft stroke played the game.
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'The old shoebox'

A touching reminder of when
Life had greater meaning then
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Style has its rules, but notions change the mood.

We speak or write in prose or poetry,
Are eloquent or vulgar as we mean:
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Easy to criticize
Till you realize
That those who are so smart
Have no answers for a start!
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A Word about Vermillion*

The Sioux Falls (SD) Argus Leader
Often presents our fair city
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words in language to be heard
are like feathers on a bird
they cover the carcass
prettying it up more or less
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Once was a Moore.
Some eleven score
Has passed
Since we saw the last
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As I carefully opened the dirty, broken book
Laid aside by one who needless took
It's place on the shelf
And put in another pelf
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