David Crockett Poetry
March 1, 2015
| Posted in TIDC
On being inspired to make an attempt at poetry, Ch. 2
In the land of the stranger I rise or I fall. The corn that I planted, the fields that I cleared, The flocks that I raised, and the cabin I reared; The wife of my bosom — Farewell to ye all! In the land of the stranger I rise or I fall. Ch. 2 In peace or in war I have stood by thy side — My country, for thee I have lived, would have died! But I am cast off, my career now is run, And I wander abroad like the prodigal son — Where the wild savage roves, and the broad prairies spread, The fallen — despised — will again go ahead.