The cities now are waiting, The villages as well, To see what tale the census Has to tell. Chicago wants two million, And Podunk wants ten score, And each, whate'er the fact is, Will want more. And yet for all the counting Of statisticians wise, Our cities are not rated By their size. There's Beverly, a hamlet Right delicate in girth, But where's a bigger city On the earth? And Lincoln, in Nebraska, A modest little town, To New York or Chicago Won't back down. And after all the cities Have had their say, We hear and heed the word from Oyster Bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ASPIRATIONS: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DISCIPLE by DWIGHT JAQUES BRADLEY |