Emily Pauline Johnson

(10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

The Giant Oak - Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

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.


Comments about The Giant Oak by Emily Pauline Johnson

  • (8/20/2014 8:39:00 PM)


    ..............and the giant oak still stands......very nice... (Report) Reply

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  • Terry Craddock (8/20/2014 7:58:00 PM)


    Seems like the oak lost this battle, armies and wars remain profilic, but oak forests have fallen, oak tress continue to be cut down; while wars sadly continue to arise and escalate. (Report) Reply

  • (8/20/2014 6:57:00 PM)


    whenever i see an oak tree i think of its strength..legend has it if you carry an acorn you will never be struck by lightning.. good short poem.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012


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