IT'S FIFTEEN years since Pittsburgh town Has seen a fluttering flag— Year after year they've watched and peered Like an eagle on a crag— And when they almost reached the goal, They'd stumble, droop, and lag. But now the sun shines through the smoke, With bright and radiant beam— The box-scores tell the story of A great and conquering team— Unless they take a fearful dive, They'll realize their dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS by ANDREW MARVELL ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE LINES WITH A WEDDING PRESENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |