Monday, December 16, 2013

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 15

Trouble is the dowry of every man's birth
A nettle adversity flings us.
It yields to the grip of the masterful hand.
When we play around, it stings us.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.

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