Volume 12 , Issue 20

Patriotic and Other Poems

Patriotic and Other Poems by - Claud Baird, Alva, Oklahoma, First Volume to Public - 1917. I Love My Country More and More - Click Here to view actual poem.]

On the brink, I've stood and watched the tide
Of the rolling Pacific, far and wide,
'Twas beauty itself -- this ocean view --
It filled me, yes thrilled me through and through.
I closed my eyes from the beauteous sight
And felt an inmost soul delight;
This was my country's shore.

Upon the Rockies' highest peaks
I've heard the mighty eagle-shrieks,
The frigid cliffs were white with snow.
T'was beauty grand, and far below
I heard the torrent cataract roar.
These all thrilled me o'er and o'er.
I love the lofty peaks.

Through endless plains I've found my way,
And looked abroad at break of day
To see the countless herds that grazed --
I could but look, I stood and gazed,
T'was riches indeed, all this did spell;
It made my heart in rapture swell,
In praise of the Western Plains.

By myriad fields of growing grain
I've made my way on rumbling train,
How grand the sight seemed unto me
As waving fields swept on so free!
And as I watched the glorious sight
I could but feel with keen delight
Our land is blessed indeed.

Far in the southland's fields of white
My eyes have seen its splendor bright.
The dusky toilers filled the breeze
With lulling music like the seas.
The humming mills and factories there
But made the Southern land more fair.
United are our states.

Far down into the deeper mines
I've trod the ever spreading lines
Of tunneled caves and cove-like rooms,
Where ores are scooped from out their tombs,
And sent abroad to upper air
To feed the glowing furnace there --
Wealth of my Nativew land.

Through forests broad, of oak and pine,
I've viewed the shrub and clustering vine
That sought in vain the higher air --
Their gragrant blossoms were so rare --
While from their branches onward rolled
The sweetest music uncontrolled
I love the Forest Cheer.

As thus I trod my Country o'er,
I've learned to love it more and more,
The North, the South, I love them both.
Of East and west, I am not loath
To sing in song their endless priase;
And thus I give my humble lays
To the, My Noble Land.
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