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SAM SIMP, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I saw sam simp come shuffling down
Last Line: I wondered, measured by whose rule?
Alternate Author Name(s): Noe, Cotton


I saw Sam Simp come shuffling down
The dusty lane in mid-July.
The sun was like an evil eye
That blasted blades of blue-grass brown.
The million yellow butterflies
That swarmed the old white road
Were palpitating in the shade;
The lark left off her summer ode;
Snake-feeders folded gauzy wings
And clung to leaf and blade;
The bees had ceased to botanize
And lolled about the springs.

But Sam Simp never felt the heat.
His mind was on the brilliant feat
Of kicking with an expert toe
(A joy that few can ever know)
An old tin can and keeping it
Within the narrow road.
It tested both his skill and wit,
Yet on he strode
And booted it a mile or more,
Trying to lower his last year's score.
He never touched it with his hand,
And only once I saw it land
Outside of bounds and in a ditch,
And then he never dropped a stitch,
But lifted it with master kick
As slick as with a shinny stick.
My golfing friend who watched poor Sam,
Ejaculated, "I'll be dam!
That chap is just a tarnal fool."
I wondered, measured by whose rule?





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