Trotwood Madison, the rancher,
who descended from a cousin
of our nation's fourth President,
and the writer of the greatest
Constitution (our Republic's,
that no innkeeper's gross ego
ever will suspend or alter);
whose first name his mother found in
David Copperfield---the famous
novel written by Charles Dickens,
published in the year before her
son (whom she named Trotwood) was born:
Trotwood Madison thus traveled
westward into vast Montana,
and there spread a most successful
ranch---with many head of cattle;
and invested in a railroad
(though some local scoffers sneered it),
and lined his library's long shelves
with a multitude of volumes---
finest Poets' finest verses,
and many novels of George Sand
(as many as he could locate).
But, centrally placed within his
library, his mother's Bible;
and upon the table next to
his bed was a smaller Bible
that he opened daily, nightly,
and, each Sunday, carried with him
to the Baptist chapel near to
his land's furthest eastward fences
and the fancy gate of entrance
that he had built, through which each day's
dawn entered with that day's blessings.
Starward