Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Elder Sterling W. Sills's "Great Experiences" - Part Four - The Smallest Poem in the World

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The Quote

“You may have riches and wealth untold,

Baskets of jewels and caskets of gold,

But richer than I, you will never be

For I had a mother who read to me.”


I think I've heard this poem almost my entire life. Of course, I fully embraced the idea behind it - many readers built me into the reader I am today. I read to all my kids.

Not all my kids are readers. One of my children had dyslexia. She doesn't love reading because it's a lot of work for her. But she CAN read. We made sure of that.

It took a little digging, but it seems this poem is part of a longer work called, "The Reading Mother" by Strickland W. Gillilan, my seventh cousin four times removed.

He's most famous for "The Reading Mother" which every mom got for Mother's Day in the 50s, but he's also famous for writing the shortest poem ever. I'm totally not making this up.

Since all his work is now in the public domain, I feel no guilt whatsoever about sharing that poem here. And illustrating it in my own way.

 


Fleas

Adam

Had 'em.

The End

 

I love this guy! 

Gotta see if I can find more of his work! 

Elder Sterling W. Sills's "Great Experiences" - Part Three - Even Lumberjacks Write Poetry

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Sometimes life can be hard, but there's a purpose behind the struggle, as Elder Sill's next quote in his talk shows us:


 

The Quote

“The tree that never had to fight

For sun and sky and air and light,

But stood out in the open plain

And always got its share of rain,

Never became a forest king

But lived and died a scrubby thing.

 

The man who never had to toil to live,

Who never had to win his share

Of sun and sky and light and air,

Never became a manly man

But lived and died as he began.

 

“Good timber does not grow at ease,

The stronger wind, the stronger trees.

The further sky, the greater length,

The more the storm, the more the strength.

By sun and cold, in rain and snow,

In trees and men good timbers grow.

 

Where thickest lies the forest growth

We find the patriarchs of both.

And they hold council with the stars

Whose broken branches show the scars

Of many winds and much of strife.

This is the common law of life.”

 

Elder Sill listed the poet as 'unknown' in his talk, but the poem, entitled "Good Lumber" was written by Douglas Malloch.

The Lumberman's Poet?

Who knew there was a poet for people who cut down trees? Not only that, but he was a working man himself, and served as the associate editor of American Lumberman Magazine. And the husband of my ninth cousin once removed! Go figure! :-)

My great-grandfather worked a lot of his adult life cutting wood in a lumber mill in Tacoma, Washington, a single dad raising his three kids. And he was a poet as well. As far as I know, he may have read Douglas Malloch's poetry, and maybe gotten the courage to write his own poetry from Mr. Malloch's example. 

With every quote I find, this world seems to get smaller and smaller.

There's a whole bunch of poems he wrote, very similar in nature to my great-grandfather's, but out of all of them I was able to find, this one was my favorite...



Be The Best Of Whatever You Are

By more Douglas Malloch

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
  Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
  Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass,
  And some highway happier make;
If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass —
  But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew,
  There's something for all of us here,
There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do,
  And the task you must do is the near.

If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
  If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail —
  Be the best of whatever you are!



Douglas Malloch. "Be The Best Of Whatever You Are." Family Friend Poems, https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/be-the-best-of-whatever-you-are-by-douglas-malloch

 

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
  Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
  Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush be a bit of the grass,
  And some highway happier make;
If you can't be a muskie then just be a bass —
  But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captains, we've got to be crew,
  There's something for all of us here,
There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do,
  And the task you must do is the near.

If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
  If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail —
  Be the best of whatever you are!

Douglas Malloch. "Be The Best Of Whatever You Are." Family Friend Poems, https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/be-the-best-of-whatever-you-are-by-douglas-malloch