O Elkhorn City, little town! On which the Cumberland look down Fond and protectingly. Around your northern border grows The spruce pines, and the Sandy flows Among them tranquilly. Your streets are ornamented well With trees and cottages where dwell Ever contentedly A people, hospitable and kind, To Life and Duty never blind High minded proud and free. O Elkhorn City! In my heart I hold for you a goodly part Of love's devotion true; And this my wish: That He above May ever spread his wings of love Around and over you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN |