Young Mr. Lincoln

rail
spli
tter
tall
like
pine
thin
like
reed
lick
 any
 man
that
will
 wet
 his

horns.
you’ll
talk’em
down
first
if you
can or
if you
cain’t
you’ll
put
fire on
the
moun­tain
and in
our
bel­lies
teach
us to
speak
lead
lead us
to
speak
of your
speak­ing
as of
prophets
and
mar­tyrs

you
were
all
of us
and
so we
pay
homage
at
your
monu
ment.

lead­er.

grim
vis­aged
American.


Well National Poetry Month is here and I’m go­ing to write a po­em each day Monday through Friday un­til it is over, much like last year. Today, since I watched a movie about Lincoln last night, my at­tempt­ed po­em is about Lincoln.

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