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Excerpts from
“The House by the Side of the Road”

By Sam Walter Foss
Public Domain

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;

There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran

But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by –
The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat

Nor hurl the cynic’s ban –
Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Now as I stated before, my grandmother lived with us and from her kitchen came good ole’ collard, mustard, and turnip greens with

dumplings and delicious pot liquor (a broth from the cooked greens that southerners drink). Cornbread can be dumped or dipped

into the pot liquor, and it’s so-ooo good!