Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln was the very one.
In the year of1861.
While at war word had come.
"A soldier in blue slept through his watch.
And unless forgiven would soon be shot."
Nonsence! He said I know this lad.
To kill this boy would would be most sad.
I'm sure he fought from dawn to dusk.
The sleep he took God knew he must.
Forgivness granted! Go stop this act.
There's been enough death. His honor's intact.
Compassion and wisdom was Lincoln's forte.
On February 12th let's say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Copyright © Maf Longfellow | Year Posted 2007
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