It's my pleasure to share this eclectic mix of poem, prose, and song.
These are stories from the Tidewater: that gentle land that slopes into the sea and cradles the Great Dismal Swamp.
I hope you enjoy the read'n of em as much as I have enjoyed...
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Through thorn and straggled scrub she fled,
Midst jagged rock and high-tail grass.
Did crimson trace the desperate dash
Of our sweet, lost Virginia?
Did she wander lone and weary?
Did she blossom with the fever?
Did she race from hill to valley?
Was she lost in moss and cedar?
First born, first seed, from mother shore,
Sought swift escape, and in her flight
Left just one clue - Croatoan -
Our sweet, lost Virginia.
Did she shiver under cloudburst?
Were there arms to comfort fear?
Was there water, for her night-thirst?
Were there shoulders, for her tears?
Her silence wails of mystery.
Ancient clues long turned to tales.
No one knows what fate befell her.
Our sweet,
Our lost,
Virginia.
Virginia Dare
Born August 18, 1587
Death unknown
First English child born on English land in what is now known as The Lost Colony, near Roanoke N. C.
Parents Ananias & Eleanor Dare
Photo shown is a statue of Virginia, in the Elizabethan Gardens located in Manteo, N. C.
Sculptor Maria Louise Lander of Salem, Massachusetts
