WE cannot all be Washingtons, And have our birthdays celebrated; But we can love the things he loved, And we can hate the things he hated. He loved the truth, he hated lies, He minded what his mother taught him, And every day he tried to do The simple duties that it brought him. Perhaps the reason little folks Are sometimes great when they grow taller, Is just because, like Washington, They do their best when they are smaller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |