Day 227:

Feb 12-Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday, In his honor, this poem. The Frontier President

Honest Abe, we miss you

When what is said is true

The country was still new

One thing he had to do

Freedom was something right

The brothers had to fight

He led the Union’s might

Throughout the darkest night.

Frontier’s both new and old

Martyred, his story told

Frontiers are for the bold

Truth kept, don’t have it sold.

 He said just what he meant

Yes, we miss the Frontier President.