Where are the Women?

Some more of my little sister's poetry. I stole it from her blog. She's quite the poetess.

Where are the women, that our country’s forgot,
Raising godly children, while complaining not?
Where are the women, giving their life for a child?
Without a contrary word, following husband into the untamed wild.
Where are the women, staying at home while husbands were away?
While men fought wars, women, not at work, but at home, did stay.

Where are the women, working hard in the home?
They made meals, scrubbed, swept, and sewn.
Where are the women, not afraid of what the world thinks?
Not afraid of mice or bugs, skinned ducks, geese, and minks.
Where are the women, rising early and retiring late?
They spent their days working hard, not taking a break.

Where are the women, who have gone down in history?
Leading profitable lives to pass down to you and me.
Where are the women, who were abundant, but now few?
Their helpful hints are not being passed to the young and new.
Where are the women, our country’s long since forgot?
From the history books, American wants their names to blot.

Where are the women, living their lives for the Lord?
Costing far above rubies, their husbands had adored.
Where are the women, bringing joy to their family?
Giving a little smile, while doing their work cheerfully.
Where are the women, making the cheerless happy?
Adding a kind word and all the gloom would flee.

~Susanna R. Criss

Where are the men?

This is a poem my younger sister wrote this last week which I thought she did a wonderful job on.


Where are the men, who for freedom fought,
With blood, and tears this country they bought?
Where are the men, who gave their lives,
So their future children and grandchildren could rise?
It’s these men we crave, who are not afraid of the grave.
It’s these men we need, who are heroes because of their deed.

Where are the men, who died with Washington,
Those who did not give up, ‘till the war was won?
Where are the men, who stood straight and tall,
Who helped out country, when she teetered but did not fall?
It’s these men we want, danger will not their spirits taunt.
It’s these men we yearn, for this country their brave hearts did burn.

Where are the men, who fought in World War II?
They fought, bled, cried and lay dead in the dew.
Where are the men, who bled for Uncle Sam?
Young boys, going off to war, and became a man.
It’s these men and boys, who gave up their toys,
To become the heroes, as they fought our foes.

Where are the men, who fought, but while at home?
Their battles just as big, but not in Japan, Spain, or Rome.
Where are the men, who lead our families the right way,
Fighting the good fight and fighting it every single day?
Fathers, sons, and leaders, pastors and teachers.
We need more of them, we need more of these true men!

Where are the men, brave soldiers and strong fathers?
Who fight for their wives, theirs sons, and their daughters?
Where are the men? In our country going tender!
The true men are dying, and their number getting slender.
We need you, true men! This country needs you again!
Do not hide in fright. Don’t just sit, but fight the good fight!

~Susanna R. Criss

Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Men-from every rank,
Fresh and free and frank;
Men of thought and reading,
Men of light and leading,
Men of loyal breeding,
The nation’s welfare speeding;
Men of faith and not of fiction,
Men of lofty aim in action;
Give us Men-I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Strong and stalwart ones;
Men whom highest hope inspires,
Men whom purest honor fires,
Men who trample self beneath them,
Men who make their country wreath them
As her noble sons,
Worthy of their sires;
Men who never shame their mothers,
Men who never fail their brothers,
True, however false are others:
Give us Men-I say again,
Give us Men!

Give us Men!
Men who, when the tempest gathers,
Grasp the standard of their fathers
In the thickest fight;
Men who strike for home and later,
(Let the coward cringe and falter),
God defend the right!
True as truth the lorn and lonely,
Tender, as the brave are lonely,
Men who treat where saints have trod,
Men for Country, Home- and God:
Give us Men! I say again- again-
Give us Men!

-Josiah Gilbert Holland