Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE COLOR SERGEANT, by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
THE COLOR SERGEANT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Under a burning tropic sun
Last Line: Yet true, in death, to his duty.
Subject(s): African Americans - Military; Fights; Prejudice; San Juan Hill, Battle Of (1898); Soldiers; Spanish-american War (1898); Bias; Intolerance


Under a burning tropic sun,
With comrades around him lying,
A trooper of the sable Tenth
Lay wounded, bleeding, dying.

First in the charge up the fort-crowned hill,
His company's guidon bearing,
He had rushed where the leaden hail fell fast,
Not death nor danger fearing.

He fell in the front where the fight grew fierce,
Still faithful in life's last labor;
Black though his skin, yet his heart as true
As the steel of his blood-stained saber.

And while the battle around him rolled,
Like the roar of a sullen breaker,
He closed his eyes on the bloody scene,
And presented arms to his Maker.

There he lay, without honor or rank,
But, still, in a grim-like beauty;
Despised of men for his humble race,
Yet true, in death, to his duty.





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net