FDR With Tears

One FDR poem ran in the previous post, and here is the other, generated by the beauty and the power of the FDR Memorial.

FRANKLIN FOREVER

Our largest President in image, despite his polio-crippled legs, dominates as always.

Seven acres of lush greenery have his stamp on them as he is seen in various poses,

Sculpted in bronze, looking at Washington more than six decades after his death.

His gaze appears to seek out his predecessor Thomas Jefferson across the Basin,

Hoping somehow to share thoughts with the statesman from Virginia, as the rain

Runs in rivulets down his face and the sun comes out to dry him, letting the bronze

Oxidize into what looks a lot like tears. Perhaps because his dream of peace seems

Forgotten.