A Nation Silent In It's Shade Poem by James McLain

Yon under rural trees and countryside,
That sleep in pretence if they think there free.
Before there was t.v.
And each that comes and goes, some
Set us back.
Back to when a spirit broken thinks he is
A king this one we have.
Up and down and side to side his children
Are and as sure as leaves,
Come Autumn start to change and fall.
A man will come around and change it all
And it's only then,
That who he thought he knew, he didn't know
At all.

Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017