American Executor: Andrew Jackson

Matthew R. Callies

A frontier heart ascends the nation’s seat,

His will as fierce as cannon in the field;

The common voice and fervent votes entreat

A chief whose strength the old guard cannot shield.

The Constitution bounds, yet none can yield

His energy, where boldness takes its stand—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

The Congress bristles, factions rise and spar,

Yet popular mandate sustains command;

No subtle counsel bars him from the bar—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

 

The bank of power faces his assault,

A symbol of entrenched authority;

He casts aside what he believes a fault,

And claims the office with a fierce decree.

The people cheer, their voice in unity

Sustains the boldness he has firmly planned—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

Abroad, the nation’s reach is tempered still,

Yet every act reflects a resolute brand;

A chief who bends the law to public will—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

 

The veto flows where judgment meets his aim,

And policy is shaped by single mind;

Yet principles, though challenged, bear his name,

And limits drawn in law he will not bind.

The presidency itself begins to find

New contours forged where energy has spanned—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

No crown commands him, but authority

Is strengthened by the people’s loud demand;

A vigorous office grows in clarity—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

 

Domestic strife and Cherokee unrest,

The Nullification Crisis, trials of state;

Yet he confronts each challenge at his best,

And proves the chief may act while people wait.

The legacy of force and balanced weight

Redefines the scope the office can command—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

And though the founders’ caution lingers near,

The popular voice now shapes the guiding strand;

A new precedent for future chiefs appear—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

 

So stands the seventh, bold and unafraid,

A president whose energy reshapes;

The office strengthened by the mark he made,

Its powers stretched and tested, yet escapes.

Through will and action, history now shapes

The path of every leader in the land—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

And Jackson’s example calls successors on,

To wield the office firm yet understand

The balance of the people’s claim and brawn—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

 

Envoi:

O champion of a nation’s restless stand,

You bore the office with a daring hand;

Through vigor, will, and bold, unyielding stand—

He drives the land with willful, steady hand.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Upon reading the title to this poem my first thoughts were the trail of tears. Avoided in grade school and junior high history it was barely mentioned in high school not to be heard of until college and then expanded upon later in life. There are like all other history the exaggerators and the deniers and you have to sort out where you stand. A wonderful write Matthew



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