Posted by: Oklahoma Sun | December 15, 2009

The Homesteader

The Homesteader.


Elliott C. Lincoln. Rhymes of a Homesteader, 1920.

 

BURIED up to his ears in debt,
Fighting the heat, and cold, and wet,
His chances worse than an even bet—
You’ll find the homesteader.

Eyes burned out in the summer sun,
Skin like a beefsteak underdone;
You’d think him fifty—he’s thirty-one—
But then, he’s a homesteader.

Winter comes, and his note is due
(Summer was dry, and nothing grew),
So he sells his gun, and a cow or two,
And hopes, does the homesteader.

Rough and broken his acres lie,
Half of them white with alkali;
But they mean that thing he could n’t buy—
A home—to the homesteader.

One part hero, and three parts fool,
All of him bulldog grit, as a rule.
He’s slow to learn, but he stays in school.
“Here’s How,” Mister Homesteader.

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