Saturday, December 03, 2016

Poem: The Constitution by Ellin Anderson

THE CONSTITUTION

By Ellin Anderson

The scroll that holds our liberty is frail,

With nothing but the truth to fill its sail,

Breathed by the brave in secret long ago,

And then proclaimed as thunder to the foe.

Its namesake is Old Ironsides, whose strength

Took cannon volleys all along its length

Of battle-worthy, seasoned oaken planks,

Just as the foe now hammers at our flanks.

As sturdy as whoever takes the helm,

As solid as the people’s sacred realm,

Oh ship of state, your sail a parchment scroll,

Forever on the waves of freedom roll,

And make the same wild hearts your mighty fort,

AMERICA THE FREE our starry port!

© 2016 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in any way without written permission from the author.


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