AN APPRECIATION Kind friends, I thank you for the praise My verses have received

That my poor words such feelings stirred I would not have believed.

But that which pleases best of all — (Whoever would have thought it?) My friend the miller cuts them out And keeps them in his pocket.

I called one day to get a grist —

(As sure as fate I mean it)

He drew “My Neighbours ”from his vest And asked if I had seen it.

I guess I blushed a little bit, Of course he didn ’t know it,

I read aloud and he explained And boosted Sam the poet.

And I replied — beneath my breath And not in conversation —

Old pal, I do appreciate

Your kind appreciation.

He spoke of authors —- Jingling Jock Percy, and three-wheeled Ray

And Jack and Herb and Bonnie Belle, But which he wouldn’t say.

I said perhaps ’twas Jim or some Other old tumcoat Tory

Gone over to the Patriot Seeking for gold or glory.

Now things like this please Samuel Hill ‘Tis next of kin to bliss —

Better than any liver pill

But please remember this —

Though my effusions may at times Seem just a little pert;

.I wear no malice in my mind

No ruffles on my shirt.

Samuel Hill Covehead

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