Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1892-03-13
GAZETTE SHORT TALKS.

We open the performances this week will
| another poem from one of our home au
| thors. Can 1t be possible that Fort Worth
with all her rush and pelI-mell of common
| place business, is really the home of the
poetss 1t almost begins to look that way
judging from the rate at which the gems
are pouring in upon US. This new produc-
ton tells its own story so well that puttins
head on 1t to figure as title is wholly IN
ecessary.
A poet much too poor 10 live,
Too poor for other men to know It
Too poor Tor auShL save verse to give,
Too poor for aught than be a roet,
Nov sends Shert Talks this simple lay,
A gilt from him-he weepS to tell it
He's forced to give his verse away,
For hes too poor bard to sell 1t.
Such is the too-common reward of genius.
This poor fellow is simply following the
beaten track left by the thousands who
have gone the same way before him. He
should not be discouraged While a mar
may be extremely poor in this worlds
goods, he can never become too poor ia
write poetry and own at least half dozen
dogs. -
And here is another Fort Worth produc-
ton. II has somewhat the rattle OF
Beautiful Snow" and therefore might
impress some readers as a parody on that
well-known poem, but since the writer says
nothing about parody, we must pass it
out just as written under title of
THE BEAUTIFUL WHEEL
Oh, the wheel. the beautiful WHEEL
Onward it goes with swayand reel
Over our even and chalk-paven street,
Ringing at people it happens TO meet
JOlting,
webbing,
Wiring along
Beautiful wheelsyou are going It strong:
Bringing the coler to fair ladys cheek.
Scattering the crowd in frolicsome freak;
Beautiful wheel, from 1.-THE hub you have come,
Finding in Texas your genial home.
OH the wheel the beautiful Wheel
Plated with nickel and strengthened With steel,
Whizzing along in 70 ur maddenihs fun,
Catchl ng the notice Of every one
Whirling,
Twisting,
Hurrying by
Waking in those who can't own you, a sigh;
And even the dogs with q bark and bound,
Do snap at your srokes as they glimmer around;
The man with temalas, he lodges yonr reel
With Spanish expletives, OIL beautiful wheel
How all the wheelers go paving along,
Greeting each o her with humor and Songi
How the gay traps like to meteors go by
Here for moment then lost to the eyel
Ringing,
Swinging,
Dashing so feet
Over the crest of the beautiful street
Streets that were builded for wagons and
teams,
Builded BY, men who'd not seen in their
dreams
Even in dreams Of extravagant sort
WHAT would infest the smooth streets Of the
Fort;
Still they are here, are the beautiful wheels,
Here to remain, as each augur reveals
Once was young as yon wheeler in sight,
Young till old Time knocked me high as kite,
Young enough once for a wheel OF my own,
But Tor the fact that no wheels had been
known.
Spinning.
Coasting,
Doing it brown
Over the streets Of the old-fashioned town.
Once I'd have lived in the midst OF the fun,
Now when they come must start on the run;
Bound for an alley, I take to my heels,
Dodging a down" by We beautiful wheels.
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And here is still another by resident Of
Tarrant county. The title and incidents
named will readily mark it as rural pro-
duction, and the correctly portrayed story
set forth would naturally lead one to
suspect that the author had 'been there
himself"
PIG IN THE FENCE.
Didst never observe when pig in the fence
Sends forth a most pitiful shout.
How all OF his neighbors betake themselves
thence
To punish him ere he gets out?
What hubbub they make so that others afar
May know his condltion, and hence
Come running TO join them in adding scar
To the pig that is fast in the fence?
Well, hogs are not all OF the creatures that be
That sometimes are sticking between
The rails of the fence, and who strive to get
free
While the world goes on biting them in;
Who find that the favor they meet with depends
On freedom and dollars and cents;
And that they are few who will still remain
friends
To the pig when he's fast in the fence.
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After an apology for devoting so much
space to poetry this week we must beg
leave to offer one more sample. 1t is all the
way from Pueblo. Col, and was evidently
intended for the agricultural department Of
The GAZETTE. In all probability it was
produced by irrigation, as Pueblo Is in the
midst of an irrigating region. Agricultural
literature is too commonplace to admit of
printing much poetry, therefore the poem
has been turned over to Short Talks. 1t
came in an envelope carrying on the corner
a return card to one of Pueblo's prominent
officials, and, therefore, we take it, may be
accepted as sample of Colorado's best in
the poetry line:
YE DEVILS RIDING HORSE.