A Pittsfield Poet Gains Fame

This is the way the Detroit Evening News tells the story of a newly discovered Michigan poet:

Pittsfield township, lying between Ann Arbor and Ypsilanti on the electric line, has one farmer who is not only public-spirited, but is a poet as well. His name is U. G. Darling, and he lives across the road from H. D. Platt, another prosperous tiller of the soil. On Darling's side of the road are several unsightly heaps of brush, and, lest some of the hundreds of passersby on the electric shall hold him responsible for this defacement of the beauty of the highway he has printed in white letters on a big, black oilcloth sign stretched beside the brush heaps, the following:

This brush looks bad,

The neighbors say,

But it all grew

Across the way;

Don't cuss me-

Cuss H. D. P.