Along the Way
The things I saw along the way
Were all that made the day a day.
I started out with mighty dreams
I set about my hopes and schemes.
And yet a rose upon a stem
Had not a thing to do with them.
I saw some youngsters playing ball.
That wasn’t part of it at all.
I even heard a bobolink
Or some such bird as that, I think.
Although my schemes said not a thing
About the way a bird can sing.
And I suspect, in fact I know
With life itself I’ll find it so,
That when it ends what I’ll recall
Is flowers and friends - not schemes at all.
I’ll find the things that made life’s day
Were little things along the way.
by Douglas Malloch
Douglas Malloch, Senior was born on 5 May 1877 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America. He grew up in the midst of logging camps, sawmills, and lumber yards. He became enamored with writing poems and stories about lumbering scenes and eventually became known as the ‘Lumbermen’s Poet.’ He wrote his first poem at 10 years of age, which was published in the “Detroit News.” After leaving school, he took a job on the editorial staff at the “Muskegon Chronicle,” where he remained for 13 years, becoming a reporter and feature writer for the paper. After leaving the “Muskegon Chronicle,” he joined the staff of the “American Lumberman” in 1903 as a syndicated columnist. Mr. Malloch soon became a popular and nationally renowned humorist, lecturer, and radio personality. His column was often written in the form of a poem and eventually the poems were collected into a series of books with “In Forest Land” (1906) being his first published work and a national best seller. Douglas Malloch, Senior passed on at 61 years of age on 2 July 1938 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America.
The things I saw along the way
Were all that made the day a day.
I started out with mighty dreams
I set about my hopes and schemes.
And yet a rose upon a stem
Had not a thing to do with them.
I saw some youngsters playing ball.
That wasn’t part of it at all.
I even heard a bobolink
Or some such bird as that, I think.
Although my schemes said not a thing
About the way a bird can sing.
And I suspect, in fact I know
With life itself I’ll find it so,
That when it ends what I’ll recall
Is flowers and friends - not schemes at all.
I’ll find the things that made life’s day
Were little things along the way.
by Douglas Malloch
Douglas Malloch, Senior was born on 5 May 1877 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America. He grew up in the midst of logging camps, sawmills, and lumber yards. He became enamored with writing poems and stories about lumbering scenes and eventually became known as the ‘Lumbermen’s Poet.’ He wrote his first poem at 10 years of age, which was published in the “Detroit News.” After leaving school, he took a job on the editorial staff at the “Muskegon Chronicle,” where he remained for 13 years, becoming a reporter and feature writer for the paper. After leaving the “Muskegon Chronicle,” he joined the staff of the “American Lumberman” in 1903 as a syndicated columnist. Mr. Malloch soon became a popular and nationally renowned humorist, lecturer, and radio personality. His column was often written in the form of a poem and eventually the poems were collected into a series of books with “In Forest Land” (1906) being his first published work and a national best seller. Douglas Malloch, Senior passed on at 61 years of age on 2 July 1938 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America.
