Lady Bower
Revered old lady, tell me a story about a time that you knew
Something borrowed, something old, something blue.
A time hidden under waters deep.
A village drowned, tasted when waters retreat.
Those waters on which innovation danced, saving a nation from an enemies advance,
Of sacrifices made
Now let me tell you a story about how freedom is played.
Copyright © Amelia Blackledge | Year Posted 2021
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