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Warm Summer Sun
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Mark Twain


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Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,

Warm southern wind,

Blow softly here.

Green sod above,

Lie light, lie light.

Good night, dear heart,

Good night, good night.

 

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Samuel Langhorne Clemens, better known as Mark Twain (1835 – 1910), was an American novelist and humorist. Born in Missouri, he suffered ill health as a child and lost his father at the age of 12. A year later, to help keep his family fed, Samuel left school to become a printer’s apprentice. He eventually went to work at his brother’s newspaper and discovered that he enjoyed, and had a gift for, writing. At 21, Samuel embarked on a career as a steamboat pilot, but the Civil War forced him to head west and, after an unsuccessful attempt as a prospecting career, he went to work as a newspaper reporter and soon carved out a reputation as one of the most entertaining storytellers—in print and in person--around. In the course of his life, Samuel wrote 28 books and innumerable letters, essays, and short stories and is today considered one of America’s greatest literary icons.

 

 

 


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ghctenmile@earthlink.net:
This one breaks your heart. Thanks for posting it, Jayne.
Posted 07/21/2016 04:26 PM
barbsteff:
Didn't know Twain wrote poetry. Green sod above/lie light, lie light. Is that a wish for post-death comfort?
Posted 07/21/2016 04:15 PM
transitions:
he said it so well, ...dear heart....
Posted 07/21/2016 02:41 PM
KevinArnold:
Twain was so pithy. We were all laughing yesterday of his adage "A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory." Thanks for including him.
Posted 07/21/2016 10:19 AM
blueskies:
What a gift. From a father to his daughter. Words truly from his heart!
Posted 07/21/2016 07:11 AM
Jean :D:
He must have really missed his daughter, this is so touching. Never knew this side of him.
Posted 07/21/2016 06:43 AM
Ross Kightly:
Is there anything Sam Clemens couldn't do better than even Annie Oakley? This is such a lovely verse and like so much of Twain's work, straight from one of the biggest of all hearts.
Posted 07/21/2016 05:28 AM
Newf:
Sweet!
Posted 07/21/2016 02:30 AM


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