African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Alston Burleigh, "The Brave Son" (1919)

A little boy, lost in his childish play,
Mid the deep'ning shades of the fading day,
Fancied the warrior he would be;
He scattered his foes with his wooden sword
And put to fight a mighty horde--
Ere he crept to his daddy's knee.
A soldier crawled o'er the death-stren plain,
And he uttered the name of his love, in vain,
As he stumbled over the crest;
He fought with the fierceness of dark despair
And drove the cowering for to his lair--
Ere he crept to his Father's breast. 

First published in The Crisis, March 1919

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