More than a tribute to Lincoln, this long narrative in verse tells America’s story. In this day of poisoned politics, we need reminders. With all her flaws, this is our beloved land. Part three:
The Cross, the Book, and the man who found God,
Tore down the gross pride of high birth.
Freedom’s cup filled, slowly filled,
To bathe the new Nation with might.
A land of the free! A home of the brave!
Almost, almost, but not quite.
A sore marred the health of the fledgling State,
A people come not by choice;
Bowed with a chain, dark children of pain,
They bore bitter seeds and a voice.
From the hold of foul ships;
Fettered, naked, for sale.
A cancer arose in my throng.
Their anguish-born prayer
From hearts torn with care,
Moses surely soon must come ‘long!
Labor and suffer, weep and more toil,
Dark seeds of shame in my soil.
Now, three hundred years since the white man came
To mingle bloods in my land,
The seeds sown and grown and sown yet again swell.
Nolen Creek, Kentucky.
Tom Lincoln paces. Nancy travails.
A cabin of logs hears the cry!
Moses? Aaron? No, Abraham!
Tom could scarce lift his eye.
An uncomely babe, new-born Abe,
But a son, the darling of Nancy.
Now kings are born on palace beds,
Lords from the ranks of peerage.
Caesars inherit the toga of power,
The garland festooned brow;
Abe? Abe was a clod, born to the sod,
His hope lay in the plow.
Yet the soil Indiana then Illinois
Betrayed a mystic rare fragrance.
The straw Abe chewed, the rail he hewed,
Nourished and wrought a wonder.
Abe jumped and wrestled, he swung his axe.
Abe listened and thought and read.
He learned of a Book left behind by poor Nancy.
No longer poor, now dead.
And the Clod caught the echo of dead Nancy’s prayer
For her cabin-born, uncomely waif.
From the fruit of the seeds of three centuries,
Prayer distilled a sweet wine of life.
Rough Abe drank deeply this nectar of God
And allowed he was more than a clod.
The boy stood tall and became a man,
Taller than men around him.
He stood so tall, he looked one day
To see the White House before him.
To be concluded…
Old Grandpa Lloyd