Send us back the olden knights, tell no law to track 'em,
Give to boy and maid the storytellers as of yore,
Millionaires in legend-wealth, though no bank would back 'em,
But old Benny Havens by the West Point Shore.
Off with lazy vagabonds, social ghosts that shiver,
Give to worthy road-men the great green way,
And we'll hear a song again up the Hudson river,
Ringing from a drifting raft, set in silver spray.
Old Hudson Rovers
Michael Earls
(1)
Poem topics: green, river, silver, song, shore, wealth, hudson, social, great, hear, point, legend, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Old Hudson Rovers poem by Michael Earls
Best Poems of Michael Earls