Underground Wedding
Deep in our roots are dramas to see.
Henrietta Jane Fisher, the master's daughter was she,
five generations back on "ye olde" family tree.
Eloped with Thomas, a coachman slave was he,
fleeing to Quakers to be married and free.
What fear of heart, riding north in the night
coach curtains closed, drawn real tight
But they had faith that this was right
and loved each other, black and white
As a full moon gave them travel light
They seized an opportunity,
where love and freedom could safely be,
the lantern on the Quakers farm to see.
It flickered neath the tall oak tree.
Blessed where they in their flight.
No hounds pursued them in the night.
Quickly they were out of sight,
to waiting hands that aided their plight.
This house was a depot on the underground.
In this place they were safe and sound.
When we look to the past things are found
that miraculously astound.
1/4/17
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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