He was a man of greatness and glory. He was hailed as the rescuer of a nation, The hero of countless battles -- That was Washington. He was the bov whose mother worried about him -- Whether his hair was combed, And if he'd washed behind his ears, -- If he felt ill from eating green apples. That was Washington, too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |