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Blocking The Channel
Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri...

The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol...

The Turning Of The Tide
A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t...

The Second Line Of Defense
In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ...

The Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...

After-days
When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i...

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

Vive La France 1
The determination of the people of Alsace and Lorraine not ...

The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr...

The Miner And The Tiger
On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little ...

The Tommy
John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ...

Duty
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man...

The Secret Service
The United States did not declare war till nearly three years...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

Joyce Kilmer
The first poet and author in the American army to give up his...

The Lost Battalion
On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese...

A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

America Comes In
We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, ...

Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...



Trees






I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

JOYCE KILMER.





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