He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails, <br />His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails. <br />He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan, <br />And the chap that we are backing is the Wrist Watch Man. <br /> <br />He's no parlour dude, a-prancing, he's no puny pacifist, <br />And it's not for affectation there's a watch upon his wrist. <br />He's a fine two-fisted scrapper, he is pure American, <br />And the backbone of the nation is the Wrist Watch Man. <br /> <br />He is marching with a rifle, he is digging in a trench, <br />He is swapping English phrases with a poilu for his French; <br />You will find him in the navy doing anything he can, <br />For at every post of duty is the Wrist Watch Man. <br /> <br />Oh, the time was that we chuckled at the soft and flabby chap <br />Who wore a little wrist watch that was fastened with a strap. <br />But the chuckles all have vanished, and with glory now we scan <br />The courage and the splendor of the Wrist Watch Man. <br /> <br />He is not the man we laughed at, not the one who won our jeers, <br />He's the man that we are proud of, he's the man that owns our cheers; <br />He's the finest of the finest, he's the bravest of the clan, <br />And I pray for God's protection for our Wrist Watch Man.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wrist-watch-man-2/
