I saw a sturdy tree, wind crucified Against an angry sky; the storm-troops came With armament, and wrecked the country side. With cannons booming, swords swift flashing flame, The harsh storm-troops, with wild hilarity And high-pitched battle cry, swept on afar— Then peaceful silence reigned ... Victoriously The lone tree stood, though strife had left its scar. I thought how Lincoln once stood bravely, too, Surrounded by a country in distress; How patiently when people's clamor grew He served the Nation in her stormy stress; When turmoil ceased and bonded men were free, He stood quite like the scarred and noble tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER |