Who is berton braley

I leave the statesman to his state, The chairman to his gavelling, The while with heart and mind elate I'm travelling, just travelling. From land to land, from sea to sea Where life is brightest, breeziest, I take the road that seems to me The kindest and the easiest; And so, though swiftly, day by day My skein of life's unravelling, I'll still be gayly on my way Travelling, just travelling!

He has a grave propensity To miss the 8. His day is spent in laboring For gold with fervid vim So that commuters neighbouring May have no edge on him, And just to make more humorous His day of toil and fret His wife has errands numerous Which he must not forget.

He hurries back in summer time To mow and rake the lawn. In winter's greyer, glummer time When all the grass is gone He rushes homeward hastily To shovel off the snow And heap it up quite tastily Or make the furnace go. When shows and things occur by night He rarely sees them through His train — ah poor suburbanite Leaves at More Poems About Time The Sea Wind Poet: Berton Braley Below the skyline drops the shore, The long, grim graybacks lift and fall, Against the bows they crash and roar, The engine throbs, the sea gulls call, And salt against my pallid face There comes the challenge bold and free Of that world tramp who roams through space, The wind - the wind of open sea!

Here is no breeze of drowsy lanes Nor breath of crowded towns and stale, This is the wind that sweeps the mains And leaps along the trackless trail, And with its savor on my lips The ancient joy comes back to me, Of those who dared - in Viking ships - The wind - the wind of open sea! It blows from out the vasty skies Across the tumbling sea's expanse, It stings to deeds of high emprise, It sings of glamor and romance; Chill, clean and strong - my pulses leap, My heart is filled with buoyant glee, I greet the rover of the deep, The wind - the wind of open sea!

More Ocean Poems We Serve Poet: Berton Braley Not by cheers alone or the flattering vaunt of speeches Is the strength of a nation shown in the strain of the crucial hour But by trust in a righteous cause and a glorious love that reaches Deep down to a people's soul with its searching and poignant power, So the flags that float on the breeze have a tarnished and tawdry splendour If they are not raised aloft by hands that are leal and true, And the test of our loyal might is the faith that we gladly render, Not the words that our tongues may speak, but the tangible deeds we do.

All that our fathers dreamed of, all that they ever sought for When they shivered at Valley Forge and battled at Bunker Hill, Is again at stake in the world - a guerdon that must be fought for; It is ours to hold and defend with all of our strength and will; And if we would keep our banners proudly and freely flying We must gird ourselves as others have girded themselves of old And prove by the fact of service, living or bravely dying, That the torch our fathers carried has never grown dim or cold.

Not by cheers alone, or waving of flags and singing Is a nation's spirit shown, but only when brain and nerve Are trained to the instant need - and the nation's call is bringing Her bravest children forth - crying, "We Serve!

We Serve! The Recipe. The Will To Win. Start Where You Stand. The Thinker. The Builders. Little Further. Hero Wanted. The Joy Of Life. His father, Arthur B. Braley, was a judge; he died when Berton Braley was seven years old.

At 16, Braley quit high school and got a job working as a factory hand at a plow plant. After a few years, Braley went back to school and received his high school diploma. Shortly thereafter he discovered Tom Hood's poetry instructional book The Rhymester. Braley was first published at the age of 11 when a small publication printed a fairy tale he wrote.

He published twenty books, about half of them being poetry collections. If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, He worked in magazine publishing in the early years of his career and worked as a war correspondent in England and France during World War I. His work appeared in popular periodicals too numerous to name.

His poetry was unapologetically conventional and covered myriad subjects, often related to political and social issues of the day. Also a successful writer of stories and non-fiction prose, he published more than 20 books throughout his long career. Copyright Notices: Some of the documents shown here are subject to U.

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