Sevierville Sam’s Poem, said to be written by President Lincoln, was carried by Sam during the Civil War, as a way of Remembering his beloved, Smoky Mountain Sue. Sevierville Sam’s Sweetheart was his best friend, companion, true love and just like so many heartbreaks during the Civil War, their relationship became the tale of Smokey Mountain Sue. You may have heard the legend of the huge kid, his smaller cousin, other neighbors and kin from Sevierville, all these mountain boys fought with a vengeance, they became notorious in battle for their fearless temperament and an almost unquenchable thirst for victory or was it revenge?
Big Sam and little Sue became inseparable, no one thought much about the two, it seemed natural that young folk would run, romp and explore the beauty of the mountains, creeks, valleys and coves. Their families already knew each other, in fact were probably related in some sort of left-handed way. Sevierville Sam and his constant companion Sue, talked and planned of a life together, building their own cabin, raising a patch of corn, brewing a little Mountain Medicine, maybe someday having some young’uns of their own. Their future in the Smoky Mountains and the prospects of a joyful life together made both feel a warmness and closeness, as only two young Smoky Mountain lovers can possibly know.
Sevierville Sam had lost his Smoky Mountain Sweetheart, to a band of night riders who burned her cabin to the ground. Big Sam had found his little Sue, wearing her muslin undershirt, lying burned and lifeless in what remained of her bed.
Sevierville Sam was forever changed, a man on a mission and during the quiet times, during distant battles, he would find solace in the following verse, Remembering his Smoky Mountain Sue.
“ADAM AND EVE’S WEDDING SONG
When Adam was created,
he dwelt in Eden’s shade,
As Moses has recorded;
and soon an Eve was made.
Ten thousand times ten thousand
Of creatures swarmed around
Before a bride was formed,
And yet no mate was found.
The Lord then was not willing
The man should be alone,
But caused a sleep upon him,
And took from him a bone.
And closed the flesh in that place of;
And then he took the same,
And of it made a woman,
And brought her to the man.
Then Adam he rejoiced
To see his loving bride,—
A part of his own body,
The product of his side.
This woman was not taken
From Adam’s feet, we see;
So he must not abuse her,
The meaning seems to be.
This woman was not taken From Adam’s head,
we know;
To show she must not rule him, ‘
Tis evidently so.
This woman she was taken
From under Adam’s arm;
So she must be protected
From injuries and harm.”
Bummer
I was excited to see another post about good ol’ Sam until I realized how sad it would be. Will there be more adventures for him here?
Louis,
Sam and the boys are still with “Uncle Billy” down south. Just found out about his pocket poem recently and dropped it in. More tales and adventures to follow.
Bummer