Mickey M'Grew

    It was just like everything else in life:
    Something outside myself drew me down,
    My own strength never failed me.
    Why, there was the time I earned the money
    With which to go away to school,
    And my father suddenly needed help
    And I had to give him all of it.
    Just so it went till I ended up
    A man-of - all-work in Spoon River.
    Thus when I got the water-tower cleaned,
    And they hauled me up the seventy feet,
    I unhooked the rope from my waist,
    And laughingly flung my giant arms
    Over the smooth steel lips of the top of the tower -
    But they slipped from the treacherous slime,
    And down, down, down, I plunged
    Through bellowing darkness!

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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    The bank broke and I lost my savings.
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Silas Dement

    It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled
    With new-fallen frost.
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    And flung among the seasoned timbers
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    Then I came down and slunk away.
    In a little while the fire-bell rang -
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    Came with a dozen buckets and began to pour water
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Jefferson Howard

    My valiant fight! For I call it valiant,
    With my father's beliefs from old Virginia:
    Hating slavery, but no less war.
    I, full of spirit, audacity, courage
    Thrown into life here in Spoon River,
    With its dominant forces drawn from
    New England, Republicans, Calvinists, merchants, bankers,
    Hating me, yet fearing my arm.
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    And reaping evils I had not sown;
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    Deserted by hands I called my own.
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Elliott Hawkins

    I looked like Abraham Lincoln.
    I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship,
    But standing for the rights of property and for order.
    A regular church attendant,
    Sometimes appearing in your town meetings to warn you
    Against the evils of discontent and envy
    And to denounce those who tried to destroy the Union,
    And to point to the peril of the Knights of Labor.
    My success and my example are inevitable influences
    In your young men and in generations to come,
    In spite of attacks of newspapers like the Clarion;
    A regular visitor at Springfield
    When the Legislature was in session
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Henry C. Calhoun

    I reached the highest place in Spoon River,
    But through what bitterness of spirit!
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    Child-like, watching his canaries,
    And looking at the court-house window
    Of the county judge's room,
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    To avenge the wrong the people did him,
    Filled me with furious energy
    To seek for wealth and seek for power.
    But what did he do but send me along
    The path that leads to the grove of the Furies?
    I followed the path and I tell you this:
    On the way to the grove you'll pass the Fates,
    Shadow-eyed, bent over their weaving.
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