I lived from 1837-1913. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
Miller was born near Liberty, Indiana. When he was young, Miller went to California during the early gold rush in search of wealth and adventure. He worked as a cook for a group of miners, he wrote poems while working in the kitchen.
During his time in California, he was also wounded from an arrow when a battle broke between the settlers and Indian tribes.
In addition to working as a cook (he had scurvy from his own cooking) and a miner, Miller had also
been a judge and a Pony Express Rider. A poet who takes poetry to his heart, Miller was "very
imaginative" about his age, place of birth and even his name.
After spending some time in Europe,New York and Alaska (where he lost an ear an a part of his toe from frostbite) he settled in Oakland and went on a real estate hunting spree.
Starting from a small land he managed to expand his estate to 70 acres. He built his residence, grew fruits and wrote poetry there.
During his time in California, he was also wounded from an arrow when a battle broke between the settlers and Indian tribes.
In addition to working as a cook (he had scurvy from his own cooking) and a miner, Miller had also
been a judge and a Pony Express Rider. A poet who takes poetry to his heart, Miller was "very
imaginative" about his age, place of birth and even his name.
After spending some time in Europe,New York and Alaska (where he lost an ear an a part of his toe from frostbite) he settled in Oakland and went on a real estate hunting spree.
Starting from a small land he managed to expand his estate to 70 acres. He built his residence, grew fruits and wrote poetry there.
Popular poetry
- Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come;
There was rumble of cannon; there was rattle of blade;42 lines - Where the cocoa and cactus are neighbors,
Where the fig and the fir tree are one;28 lines - Serene and satisfied! Supreme! As lone
As God, they loom like God's archangels churl'd;5 lines - Rugged! Rugged as Parnassus!
Rude, as all roads I have trod—16 lines - A dull eyed rattlesnake that lay
All loathsome, yellow-skinned, and slept,6 lines - Yes! I am a dreamer.
While you seek gold in the earth, why, I7 lines - His broad brimmed hat push'd back with careless air,
The proud vaquero sits his steed as free4 lines
