Stephen Crane

Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he prevail?"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His grandfathers beat them many times."
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers --
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.

I like this poem because it says that anyone can stand up to any enemy no matter how big, or no matter how great. It also talks about how honoring ancestors and respecting your elders. Crane is an interesting poet and I would like to further read more about him.