SILVER LADY
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
She is grandmother to entire peoples,
This childless dowager with silver hair.
No longer walks so straight as the steeples,
So leans, not on a cane, but on her spear.
Listen! The wisdom of the crone is hers!
Who doubts the truth of what her eyes have seen?
The wisest man her counsel well prefers,
Where once she ruled her mem'ry still is green.
Her nobility waxes great, the years
Have but inspired endeavors of worth.
Her loyalty ne'er failed, though it cost tears.
Now she well balances rev'rence with mirth.
was there ever such a one of any fawna?
She is wisdom, life and promise: Seanna!
