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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Old Friend, William Leachman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,<br>Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,<br>You allus had a kind word of counsul to impart,<br>Which was like a healin' 'intment to the sorrow of my hart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I burried my first womern, William Leachman, it was you<br>Had the only consolation that I could listen to--<br>Fer I knowed you had gone through it and had rallied from the blow,<br>And when you said I'd do the same, I knowed you'd ort to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that time I'll long remember; how I wundered here and thare--<br>Through the settin'-room and kitchen, and out in the open air--<br>And the snowflakes whirlin', whirlin', and the fields a frozen glare,<br>And the neghbors' sleds and wagons congergatin' ev'rywhare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned my eyes to'rds heaven, but the sun was hid away;<br>I turned my eyes to'rds earth again, but all was cold and gray;<br>And the clock, like ice a-crackin', clickt the icy hours in two--<br>And my eyes'd never thawed out ef it hadn't been fer you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We set thare by the smoke-house--me and you out thare alone--<br>Me a-thinkin'--you a-talkin' in a soothin' undertone--<br>You a-talkin'--me a-thinkin' of the summers long ago,<br>And a-writin' 'Marthy--Marthy' with my finger in the snow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">William Leachman, I can see you jest as plane as I could then;<br>And your hand is on my shoulder, and you rouse me up again,<br>And I see the tears a-drippin' from your own eyes, as you say:<br>'Be rickonciled and bear it--we but linger fer a day!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the last Old Settlers' Meetin' we went j'intly, you and me--<br>Your hosses and my wagon, as you wanted it to be;<br>And sence I can remember, from the time we've neghbored here,<br>In all sich friendly actions you have double-done your sheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was better than the meetin', too, that nine-mile talk we had<br>Of the times when we first settled here and travel was so bad;<br>When we had to go on hoss-back, and sometimes on 'Shanks's mare,'<br>And 'blaze' a road fer them behind that had to travel thare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now we was a-trottin' 'long a level gravel pike,<br>In a big two-hoss road-wagon, jest as easy as you like--<br>Two of us on the front seat, and our wimmern-folks behind,<br>A-settin' in theyr Winsor-cheers in perfect peace of mind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we pinted out old landmarks, nearly faded out of sight:--<br>Thare they ust to rob the stage-coach; thare Gash Morgan had the fight<br>With the old stag-deer that pronged him--how he battled fer his life,<br>And lived to prove the story by the handle of his knife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thare the first griss-mill was put up in the Settlement, and we<br>Had tuck our grindin' to it in the Fall of Forty-three--<br>When we tuck our rifles with us, techin' elbows all the way,<br>And a-stickin' right together ev'ry minute, night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thare ust to stand the tavern that they called the 'Travelers' Rest,'<br>And thare, beyent the covered bridge, 'The Counter-fitters' Nest'--<br>Whare they claimed the house was ha'nted--that a man was murdered thare,<br>And burried underneath the floor, er 'round the place somewhare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the old Plank-road they laid along in Fifty-one er two--<br>You know we talked about the times when that old road was new:<br>How 'Uncle Sam' put down that road and never taxed the State<br>Was a problem, don't you rickollect, we couldn't _dim_-onstrate?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ways was devius, William Leachman, that me and you has past;<br>But as I found you true at first, I find you true at last;<br>And, now the time's a-comin' mighty nigh our jurney's end,<br>I want to throw wide open all my soul to you, my friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the stren'th of all my bein', and the heat of hart and brane,<br>And ev'ry livin' drop of blood in artery and vane,<br>I love you and respect you, and I venerate your name,<br>Fer the name of William Leachman and True Manhood's jest the same!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,
You allus had a kind word of counsul to impart,
Which was like a healin' 'intment to the sorrow of my hart.

When I burried my first womer..."></div>
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