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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."
The Poor Old Cannon
Elinor Morton Wylie
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Poem topics: home, red, soldier, sun, bird, gentle, blue, young, weak, clear, hear, gold, speak, thunder, split, throat, voice, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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