Tree-Son - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
“My cherished cherry tree who has struck down?
Its leafy limbs which once caressed the sky
upon the lawn now lie! ”
An angry father’s firm face flushed with frown.
Then, hatchet hand, came Washington’s reply:
“I cannot tell a lie!
‘Twas I, unworthy, axed its taxed trunk brown.”
Sunk in thought, his sire seemed to descry
an invitation from on high: -
“So shall you cut your country from the Crown!
The colonies shall stretch their wings and fly, -
the time is surely nigh! ”
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