On an early November day
when the last oak leaves
clung to barren branches,
Americans from Maine to L.A.
set aside their labors
to ring the freedom bell -
one ballot at a time
and decreed the time had come.
And so on a frigid January day
an eloquent man with African DNA,
placed a hand on Lincoln's bible
and vowed allegiance to us all.
Now Barack Obama's family
resides in America's home -
wrought a few scant yesterdays past
by the arms and backs
of human chattel who
though severed from their sacred liberty
held fast to their singing souls.
So with hope - filled mending hearts,
we entrust our nation's wheel
to the steady hand
of a calm and pensive man
who, in his vision, would dare
to unite the heavens with the soil -
one aspiration at a time.
January 20, 2009
Though he was not my choice, he is now MY president. He has a formiddable job ahead of him and is in need of the prayers of all americans. You have here a wonderful poem, my friend. Well done. Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Endorse everything this verse has portrayed dear Robert - - and my best wishes for all you hope for - in the future efforts of this special man....... thank you for sharing - - - -