Bring your dredges, Uncle Sam, Now they're done at Gatun Dam, Open up our channel mouth For the traffic going south, Dig it deep and dig it wide, Make Invention help the tide, For the busiest place you ever saw Will be the Path to Panama. Stand upon the dock with me In a year or two and see! "Pilot," calls some Southern Star, "How much water on the bar?" "Forty feet or there about, Enough to float the navy out— With all the water you can draw, We're on the Path to Panama." Upon the Path to Panama! Where gulls have nuggets in their craw— Where Golden Gates are swinging free, And doughnuts ripen on the tree— Where fish have "silver sides" and skies Are painted rich with "Diamond Dyes"— And "swellest" tides without a flaw Will sweep the Path to Panama. And now's the time we're glad to be Upon this highway of the sea. 'Tis Uncle Samuel's royal road, Where all the nations will "be showed," For the biggest fair you ever saw Will grace the Path to Panama. "So bring you ma and bring your pa" Along the Path to Panama. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN INAUGURATION SONNET: WILLIAM JEWETT TUCKER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |