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To: MJ who wrote (1326)	11/24/2005 11:53:43 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 1582

It's late, or I would type in two more poems of Paul Croy's that show just that. No doubt I will, in due time. Ah heck, Here's one already: Message 20455463 Paul Croy was an English teacher in North Idaho, and you have the time period pegged. I memorized that poem in the 1950s and it was old then. I think he self-published most of his work, and he was never a big time poet. The book "Old Blazes" from which "The Acid Test" was memorized, is the nicest book I have. The cover is a leather-like material, deeply embossed with the title and a still-life drawing of a forest scene. Each page is illustrated with beautiful photographs in sepia tones. If you could see it, you would know why I love it so. Here's another from the book. The opposite page has a picture of a teamster feeding a crust to his horses. Fellowship I saw a surly teamster skidding logs and chewing snuff, He smelled of sweat and bunkhouse beds and spoke a language foul and rough. I wondered as he wolfed his lunch, "Can men like this one dream?" And then I saw him save some crusts and feed them to his team. I saw a work-aged farmer living days too short for rest, But he mowed around the places where the larks had built their nests. These men who work against the earth and live by what it brings, Have learned the kindest code of life is loving other living things.

To: MJ who wrote (1326)	11/24/2005 11:56:37 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 1582

Here's another Croy poem that I typed in some time ago. Message 20454233 Here's one of my favorite poems, from memory. I doubt you know him; he's probably dead now, but I've loved his poems since I was in the seventh grade. I had the honor of meeting him once at his home. The Acid Test -- by Paul Croy Take a man, if you'd know him well, To a lean-to of bark and poles; Sleep on the ground and eat plain grub, And cook on a bed of coals. You'll come to know what he really is, Not just what he seems to be; You'll plumb the depths that are camouflaged By his personality. If the weather's bad and the bedding's damp, And the grub tastes of kerosene; If he doesn't kick, and he wants to stay-- But wait!--is your own slate clean?