Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR FLAG AT APIA, by ANNIE BRONSON KING First Line: Across the peach-blow sky of spring Last Line: For thee and for thy glory. Subject(s): Apia Bay, Samoan Islands; Flags | ||||||||
ACROSS the peach-blow sky of spring The storm-dark clouds are looming; With sullen voice the breakers ring, The thunder loudly booming. The huddled war ships ride apace, Each at her anchor straining; Black, black is all of heaven's face; It lightens 'twixt the raining. Like crumpled rose leaves the mist edge The hidden reef enwreathing, But cruel as hell the jagged ledge Beneath those waters seething. On, on they come, the poor dumb things, The storm winds fiercely driving; At her dread work each breaker sings, For conquest madly striving. "If we must die"the leader's voice Outswelled the roar of thunder "It is our own and solemn choice To die our dear flag under. "For as to-day the battle-field Is where the seas are lying, We claim a right we cannot yield, To glory in our dying." He ceased; upon the topmost mast The Stars and Stripes were floating. The sight is like a trumpet blast, And other ships quick noting, Up to the sky there sounds a cheer That starts the echoes flying, Back comes the answer, loud and clear, From gallant hearts, though dying. A moment's space, the waves in brine Baptize the flag low lying, And from the breakers comes no sign Of living or of dying. Oh flag, dear flag, once more thy name, As always in thy story, Has set a thousand hearts aflame For thee and for thy glory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRIMER ABOUT THE FLAG by MARVIN BELL THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. A MILITARY BAND by EDWARD CARPENTER ARMISTICE PARADE by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON THE CHANGE OF FLAGS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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