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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Straight From the Horse’s Mouth (11/14/13)

TITLE: 'Enry 'Astings' Motto
By Ellen Carr


Hezekiah Hamilton from way down Hastings way
always wore a soft-brim hat; he drove a horse and dray.
Born out in the country, raised up on the farm,
right handy with the animals, and strong in back and arm,
he lived a simple country life, working on the land.
He grew a family of eight; he thought his life was grand.

He lived life by the Bible, he took his Sabbath rest.
Family travelling in the dray, dressed in Sunday best,
frequented Hastings' little church down where the two roads meet,
filing in and filling up the front and second seat.
Hezekiah sang the hymns with voice both loud and clear;
for keeping perfect time and pitch none other was his peer.

He loved to linger afterwards to chat and catch the news,
to talk of work and weather, to share his home-grown views.
He always dropped his Hs, but he spoke right from his heart:
“My crop of 'ay was 'arvested by 'alf ten yesterday.
My 'orses made the 'eavy work as light as simple play.
With my 'eifer's looking 'ealthy, and the grasses growing well,
should be a bumper 'arvest year, but only time will tell.

Been looking at our 'istory, 'ow this old town began,
'ow 'Astings got its start, you know, and 'ow it got its plan.
'Enry 'Astings staked a claim 'ere, back in eighty-nine,
thought that there was gold about, 'oped to start a mine.
Though 'e dug and panned the soil, 'e never found a bit.
Not to be deterred, instead, this man of sturdy grit,
changed 'is tack and built a shack and opened up a store,
selling food and clothing goods, as well as plenty more.

Now 'Astings was my great grandpa, of that I'm rather proud.
'E got this township on its feet - though boasting's not allowed -
'E built this church and 'elped it grow; 'e preached 'ere now and then.
'Is influence was powerful, on children,women, men.
The motto that 'e lived by - 'e told me once, you see -
'as helped me and my family. It's godly you'll agree.
It's 'Lend a 'and to 'elp someone and lift your 'eart to 'ope'
I have it on my mantelpiece; it 'elps me live and cope.

Wherever I am going, be it east, west, north or south.
My motto is the one I heard straight from the horse's mouth.

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lynn gipson 11/22/13
Missing lines would never be noticed by a poetry lover (wanna be poet, I try) in this lovely story.

I think this is terrific!
Frankie Kemp 11/23/13
I couldn't help but smile while I was reading this. It brought to me a longing for a different way of life. Isn't it ironic that the ease of our modern life has stolen from us, in many ways, the ability to appreciate what really and truly matters. Thanks for writing a poem that takes us back--or maybe even forward--to what really matters.
LaVonne Wood 11/23/13
What a fun poem to read! It took me a little longer though with all the h's missing.

Yes, the third stanza needs a little work with rhyming and structure. Otherwise looks good.

Blessings, LaVonne
Judith Gayle Smith11/24/13
Beyond charming! What a romp! Thank you for the tickle . . .
C D Swanson 11/24/13
This was quite masterful and a sheer delight!

God bless~
Larry Whittington11/24/13
Well written story poem.

I like the length of the lines and the placement of rhyming words.

Easy to read and easy to follow even with accent.

(Do you write mostly poems of some kind?)
Jack Taylor 11/26/13
A master's poem of pleasant loam to take us home or help us roam. You've kept the creative edge sharp. Well done.
C D Swanson 11/29/13
Congrats! God bless~