Charlotte
Charlotte sat low against the lake, it seemed
as if the whole city had frozen still.
The old port against the saltless brine slept,
in dreams saw men rough hewn, to bone worn down.
The ships moored there brought life through supply, prolonged
the grim existence in that town forgotten.
They strived to carve their lives into those cold
Stone walls. To claim lasting frontier glory.
Charlotte rolled over on her marshy old bed.
Her hair now white, names ancient vanished away.
Now hardly any know those fathers there,
who, loving their sons fed them from below.
Charlotte’s sight now began to fade away.
Her strength now pale, a slow death claimed the town.
Forgetting all that she was born from, back
to dust she and her fathers returned to.