Upbroke the sun <br />In red-gold foam; <br />Thus spoke the gun <br />At the Soldier's Home: <br /> <br />"Whenever I hear <br />Blue thunder speak <br />My voice sounds clear <br />But little and weak. <br /> <br />"And when the proud <br />Young cockerels crow <br />My voice sounds loud, <br />But gentle and low. <br /> <br />"When the mocking-bird <br />Prolongs his note <br />I cannot be heard <br />Though I split my throat."<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-old-cannon/
