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Below is the poem entitled THE DREAM OF THE QUAKER'S SON which was written by poet Victoria Anderson-Throop. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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A Quaker preacher had a son
Who loved the banker's child
Impertinence and religious talk
Made the banker wild

Tenacious Hayes still loved Elaine
Politely asked her hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.

Determined Hayes planned
To earn his stake
He traveled night and day
Until he found a growing town--- 
Seemed a likely place to stay.

He worked his mule team---
       train to train
Delivered tons of goods
And every week he told Elaine
He'd love her all he could.

Once each month he mailed the pack
He sealed each precious letter.
When they arrived, she saved them all
Delighted times seemed better

And suddenly two years had passed
Clinked the last coin in the box
He whistled as he hitched his mules
Ignored the hours of mud and rocks.

Just at dawn he jumped the curb 
Black wreathes were on her door
He knocked ---and found his fair Elaine
Was on this earth no more

Without a word, he headed home
His brother was in the field
But he knew there were no words to say--
This pain could never heal

In his mind he saw her face.
Grabbed a rifle from the shelf
He shot his pair of finest mules
And then he shot himself

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  1. Date: 6/6/2013 3:55:00 AM
    What an ending! Wow! This was quite a tale...a sad one, but so beautiful worded! I enjoyed reading this, Victoria.

    Anderson-Throop Avatar Victoria Anderson-Throop
    Date: 6/6/2013 3:58:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    this is the story of my great uncle. one of those sad, but true....not really a story of suicide, though, but one of love, I think. thanks for reading....victoria