~I saw him in the park, one day,~His legs had both been torn away.~ And in his chair, alone, he sat,~In ragged coat and woolen hat.~~Some shunned him as a sad disgrace,~But when I'd seen that beaten face,~I knew he sat there, just for me,~That I might live in liberty.~
~For me, it was, he shed his tears,~And forfeit all his youthful years.~I saw there when I turned to go,~The tallest man I'll ever know!~
~©Kate Watkins Furman~
~Used With Pemission From Kate, who sent this poem to me, personally~
Midi Playing: :"The Marine Hymn"
Also Known As: "From The Halls Of Montezuma"
