Elinor Morton Wylie

(7 September 1885 – 16 December 1928 / Somerville, New Jersey)

The Poor Old Cannon - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Upbroke the sun
In red-gold foam;
Thus spoke the gun
At the Soldier's Home:

"Whenever I hear
Blue thunder speak
My voice sounds clear
But little and weak.

"And when the proud
Young cockerels crow
My voice sounds loud,
But gentle and low.

"When the mocking-bird
Prolongs his note
I cannot be heard
Though I split my throat."


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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