The cities now are waiting, The villages as well, To see what tale the census Has to tell. Chicago wants two million, And Podunk wants ten score, And each, whate'er the fact is, Will want more. And yet for all the counting Of statisticians wise, Our cities are not rated By their size. There's Beverly, a hamlet Right delicate in girth, But where's a bigger city On the earth? And Lincoln, in Nebraska, A modest little town, To New York or Chicago Won't back down. And after all the cities Have had their say, We hear and heed the word from Oyster Bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |