ONCE I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Ay, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, "Will he prevail?" "Surely," replied this other; "His grandfathers beat them many times." Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers, -- At least, for the little man Who stood against the mountains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |