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Fiddler Jones
The earth keeps some vibration going
There in your heart, and that is you.

And if the people find you can fiddle,
Why, fiddle you must and for all your life.

What do you see, a harvest ofclover?
Or a meadow to awlk through to the river?
The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands
for beeves hereafter ready for market;
Or else you hear the rustle of skirts
Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove.

To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust
Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth;
They looked to me like Red-Head Sammy
Stepping it off, to "Toor-a-Loor.
"
How could I till my forty acres
Not to speak of getting more,
With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos
Stirred in my brain by crows androbins
And the creak of a wind-mill—only these?
And I never started to plow in my life
That some one did not stop in the road
And tkae me away to a dance or picnic.

I ended up with forty acres;
I ended up with a broken fiddle—
And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories.

And not a single regret.
Written by: Edgar Lee Masters

Book: Reflection on the Important Things