Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow, 
   Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, 
   Melodious songs he oft did pour, 
   And high was his Excelsior. 
   He shows us in his psalm of life 
   The folly of our selfish strife; 
   With Hiawatha we bewail 
   His suffering in great Indian tale; 
   Indian nation was forlorn 
   Till great spirit planted corn.
American Poets: Longfellow
written byJames McIntyre
© James McIntyre





