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A Historic Event
The year was sixteen-sixty-four A comet crossed the sky, And Londoners looked on in fear Convinced the end was nigh. The streets which once were paved with gold Were now awash with waste. A swarm of flies and scourge of rats Foretold the death they faced. And so it was that London town Was struck down by the plague, And corpse on corpse, wife, husband,child, Were taken to their grave. Deep in the dales of Derbyshire A peaceful village lay, Until a bale of cloth arrived That inauspicious day. A bale of flea-infested cloth Hung by the hearth to dry, Which stirred the soporific fleas And roused the plague thereby. The tailor's poor assistant died A death of searing pain, And pestilence intensified Its unrelenting reign. As many planned to leave their homes The vicar intervened Declaring that instead of flight They should be quarantined. 'Dear flock of Eyam, sacrifice Not self must be our plan, For once enclosed we'll suffer but Set free our fellow man.' Within the space of just one month So many perished there. The smell of sadness and of death Ingrained the putrid air. The years have passed,the plague long gone But graves still tell the tale Of how their sacrifice and strength Meant others could prevail. 13.02.20 Let The Pens Flow - Narrative Poetry Contest : sponsored by Jenish Somadas N/A A Historic Event Poetry Contest - William Kekaula NOTE: On 1 November 1666 farm worker Abraham Morten gasped his final breath - the last of 260 people to die from bubonic plague in the remote Derbyshire village of Eyam. Their fate had been sealed four months earlier when, after the onset of the plague from flea-infested cloth from London, the entire village made the remarkable decision to quarantine itself in an heroic attempt to halt the spread of the Great Plague.
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