Harry Levette; California Eagle, December 21, 1928
(Dedicated to the Bessie Coleman Aero Club)
Out of the skies
In the Florida sun while the day is new
And flowers are wet with the morning dew
She falls and dies.
Harry Levette; California Eagle, December 21, 1928
(Dedicated to the Bessie Coleman Aero Club)
Out of the skies
In the Florida sun while the day is new
And flowers are wet with the morning dew
She falls and dies.
James Conway Jackson; Washington Bee, April 15, 1911
Oh, they tell of grim, old giants who fought in the days of old;
Of the knights who wore the gauntlets, of the many warriors bold;
And they rave about the brave men who looked danger in the face,
But we seldom hear a good word for the champions of our race.
William Nauns Ricks (San Francisco) in the California Eagle, July 7, 1917:
To Charles Young
Leut. Colonel U.S. Army
Read at public meeting of N.A.A.C.P. at which Co. Young spoke
Could I portray in words of grace,
The service you have done your race;
Could I but half such service do;
Then I might pen a song to you.
Thomas Jefferson Flanagan in the Atlanta Independent, December 18, 1909:
You sleep amid the hills;
You[r] body is lying low;
But your voice among the rills,
Will be heard forever more.