Franklin P. Adams

Here you will find the Poem Song of Synthetic Virility of poet Franklin P. Adams

Song of Synthetic Virility

Oh, some may sing of the surging sea, or chant 
of the raging main; 
Or tell of the taffrail blown away by the raging 
With an oh, of the feel of the salt sea spray as 
it stippls the guffy's cheek! 
And oh, for the sob of the creaking mast and the 
halyard's aching squeak! 
And some may sing of the galley-foist, and some of 
the quadrireme, 
And some of the day when the xebec came and hit us 
abaft the beam. 
Oh, some may sing of the girl in Kew that died for 
a sailor's love, 
And some may sing of the surging sea, as I may have 
observed above.

Oh, some may long for the Open Road, or crave for 
the prairie breeze, 
And some, o'er sick of the city's strain, may yearn 
for the whispering trees. 
With an oh, for the rain to cool my face, and the 
wind to blow my hair! 
And oh, for the trail to Joyous Garde, where I may 
find my fair! 
And some may love to lie in the field in the stark 
and silent night, 
The glistening dew for a coverlet and the moon and 
stars for light. 
Let others sing of the soughing pines and the winds 
that rustle and roar, 
And others long for the Open Roadm as I may have 
remarked before.

Ay, some may sing of the bursting bomb and the 
screech of a screaming shell, 
Or tell the tale of the cruel trench on the other 
side of hell. 
And some may talk of the ten mile hike in the dead 
of a winter night, 
And others chaunt of the doughtie Kyng with mickle 
valour dight. 
And some may long for the song of a child and the 
lullaby's fairy charm, 
And others yearn for the crack of the bat and the 
wind of the pitcher's arm. 
Oh, some have longed for this and that, and others 
have craved and yearned; 
And they all may sing of whatever they like, as far 
as I'm concerned.