The Boone Men

Accent on Living

“WALNUT will last,”
Old Daniel said,
As the men felled trees
By the creek’s bed;
As they hewed the beams,
The rough boards for the floor;
Shaped the stair-rail
And hung each door.
“Walnut will last,”
The old man said,
“A long time after
You are dead.”
Who could believe
The sharp words then,
So hearty were
The young Boone men?
Old Daniel came in
From the Judgment Tree,
Where he held court;
Ran his thumb thoughtfully
Along the chimney shelf.
“Now the roof’s on,”
He said, “walls chinked
And floors done,
Build me a coffin.
I’ll keep it hid
Alongside o’ my rifle
Under the bed.”