Edgar Lee Masters

(23 August 1868 – 5 March 1950 / Kansas / United States)

Cooney Potter - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

I inherited forty acres from my Father
And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters
From dawn to dusk, I acquired
A thousand acres. But not content,
Wishing to own two thousand acres,
I bustled through the years with axe and plow,
Toiling, denying myself, my wife, my sons, my daughters.
Squire Higbee wrongs me to say
That I died from smoking Red Eagle cigars.
Eating hot pie and gulping coffee
During the scorching hours of harvest time
Brought me here ere I had reached my sixtieth year.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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