Here are the 2 Poems that Edgar wrote with Matlock in them.. We have a Lucinda Young and a Elizabeth Matlock.. Lucinda Matlock I WENT to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in the moonlight of middle June, And then I found Davis. 5 We were married and lived together for seventy years, Enjoying, working, raising the twelve children, Eight of whom we lost Ere I had reached the age of sixty. I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed the sick, 10 I made the garden, and for holiday Rambled over the fields where sang the larks, And by Spoon River gathering many a shell, And many a flower and medicinal weed— Shouting to the wooded hills, singing to the green valleys. 15 At ninety-six I had lived enough, that is all, And passed to a sweet repose. What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, 20 Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life. As for Davis.. and Matlock we have a Mary Davis.. Dont know what her fathers name was.. DAVIS MATLOCK SUPPOSE it is nothing but the hive: That there are drones and workers And queens, and nothing but storing honey-- (Material things as well as culture and wisdom)-- For the next generation, this generation never living, Except as it swarms in the sun-light of youth, Strengthening its wings on what has been gathered, And tasting, on the way to the hive >From the clover field, the delicate spoil. Suppose all this, and suppose the truth: That the nature of man is greater Than nature's need in the hive; And you must bear the burden of life, As well as the urge from your spirit's excess-- Well, I say to live it out like a god Sure of immortal life, though you are in doubt, Is the way to live it. If that doesn't make God proud of you Then God is nothing but gravitation Or sleep is the golden goal.