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.

(C) Emily Pauline Johnson
03/06/2017


Best Poems of Emily Pauline Johnson

• Fire-flowers
• The Giant Oak
• Aspens
• The Vine
• Prairie Greyhounds (c.p.r. "no. 1," Westbound)
• Moonset
• The Vagabonds
• An Etching
• The Man In Chrysanthemum Land
• The Train Dogs
• Overlooked
• Beyond The Blue
• The Cattle Thief
• Penseroso
• The Quill Worker
• The Overture
• The Riders Of The Plains
• Your Mirror Frame
• Christmastide