by Cristel Hastings
An incident in Lincoln’s life?
I liked the one of steps he took—
Weary, patient, plodding steps,
for the sake of one lone books.
Lincoln knew that books could be
Ships to take him where he willed—
A fount of knowledge in his thirst
To read and learn. His young mind filled
With ambition’s eagerness,
Long he read into the night,
Slowly and laboriously,
By a fitful firelight.