

Lady GrantAh, Lady, you are redeemed! How dark the boughs Above you once seemed.Lady Grant
68 ghosts haunted Your soil with blood and tears: Echoes by years undaunted.
Justice that soured Now raises its head high In the people today empowered.
68 ghosts finally buried By the living hope America carried.
Ah, Lady, you are redeemed! How bright the future Before you is dreamed.


Sonnet IWaxen feathers Daedalus did create, But his son, Icarus, they did not hold. If you, with heart, such feathers for me make, The flying feathers would never wax old. For Daedalus could not see sun nor heat, And blinded he sent his son flying far. Dawn killed son Icarus with each wing beat, Her red fingers heated to kill and mar. But your hand outstretched to catch deadly rays, Does put a stopper on my fated fall, Does make loving and longer my bright days, When my wings would melt, do you protect all. So when sun would threaten to set on you, &Sonnet I
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