Remember he was poor and country-bred;
His face was lined; he walked with awkward gait.
Smart people laughed at him sometimes and said,
“How can so very plain a man be great?”
Remember he was humble, used to toil.
Strong arms he had to build a shack, a fence,
Long legs to tramp the woods, to plow the soil,
A head chuck full of backwoods common sense.
Remember all he ever had he earned.
He walked in time through stately White House doors;
But all he knew of men and life he learned
In little backwoods cabins, country stores.
Remember that his eyes could light with fun;
That wisdom, courage, set his name apart;
But when the rest is duly said and done,
Remember that men loved him for his heart.
by Mildred Meigs
Mildred Meigs was born as Mildred Plew in 1892 in Chicago, Illinois, United States of America. Her first husband was Carl Plummer Merryman, who was born on 18 January 1893 in Bangor, Maine. Her second husband was Clifford Hutchinson Meigs. Her works may appear with her last name as either Merryman or Meigs. She was a poet and a writer. Her poems and stories were printed in “Child Life” magazine and in her published books. She is known for her book “Moon Song” (1923). Mildred Meigs passed on at 51 years of age on 27 February 1944 in Valparaiso, Florida, United States of America.