Emily Pauline Johnson (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)
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Poems by Emily Pauline Johnson : 65 / 97
The Giant Oak
And then the sound of marching armies 'woke
Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb
The lashing storms that muttered, overcome,
Choked by the heralding of battle smoke,
When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.
Emily Pauline Johnson
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Read poems about / on: soldier, war
Poems by Emily Pauline Johnson : 65 / 97
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