Louis Larsen worked as an English instructor for the majority of his adult life. In that time, he produced many works in both novels and poetry. Louis also worked as a ghost writer for many others, as well as newspapers throughout Utah. The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished. Much of his work reflects a haunting feeling of loss, pain and betrayal. This comes from the loss of his son, Thomas Larsen, in World War II. Tom served with the 85th Mountain Infantry of the 10th Mountain Division, where he served with distinguished honor, and paid the ultimate price for his commitment. Tom lost his life on Riva Ridge, Mount Belvedere in February, 1945. This loss haunted Louis for the remainder of his life. Many of his poems reflect this pain and leave a legacy of the emotional priced paid in the wake of war.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

The Folks You Know

You can disagree in politics
And split on divers planks;
You can say the other fellows
Have allied themselves with cranks;
But isn't it a curious fact --
And blessed that it's so --
That there's nothing much the matter
With the folks you really know?

You can make of your religion
Just a creed for the elect;
You can turn a frigid shoulder
On most every other sect;
But I'll wager you have noticed 
In your travels to and fro
That you have to make exceptions
Of the folks you really know.

You can stay aloof from people
In your little neighborhood
On the theory that the most of them
Are questionably good.
But the ones who win your favor,
Be their station high or low,
Are the ones by friendly visit
You have really come to know.

You can boast of your discernment
In appraising those you meet;
You can put them in two classes
In a manner most discreet;
But in the final reckoning,
You've seen how friendships grow
from the ranks of worthy people,
Folks you've really come to know.

So you'd best delay your judgement
On this motley humankind;
And be not the impetuous
In making up your mind.
For in the end, it always seems,
You're ready to bestow
Kind words on all the circle
Of the folks you've come to know!

(Copyright, 1940)

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