Written in the Year 2021
Hampton, our stalwart Wade,
As wily as Odysseus in war
As full of rage for truth in time of fraud
As any celebrated Greek,
He saw his son fall at his feet,
Kissed him a hard farewell
In manner Hector or Odysseus
Would bring to tears,
Turned back to battlefield
Which he controlled
As full of righteous anger
As Achilles ever knew.
Remains the story of the power in his arm
That wielded on his mount
A burnished broadsword Roman style.
He fought until the end
To time when Appomattox
Was already distanced past
To build again
A burned and tragic home,
A hero to his land
Who sent him to defend again
In nation’s torn and still divided halls
Until unseated by a demagogue.
His friends assured,
“Your State will send you back
Through legislative act,”
But he said “No. The seat to be bestowed
Not sought and not begged for.”
The heavy Roman sword
But takes a muscled arm to even lift,
That split a skull in twain to shoulder blade,
Is still with us today
If but display.
The marvel is its heaviness
Far heavier than the head that wears a crown
In time that bears a weakling, pandering brood
With no such giants in the land.
