In Paris there’s a statue of courageous Joan of Arc
Principles and character assured she left her mark.
Celebrated. Venerated. Consumed by cruel flame
Respected and beloved, enduring is her fame.
Look to see Calliope, the wise assertive muse
Eloquence and poetry were hers to craft and fuse.
In Antarctica there is a beach gifted with her name
A place for thoughtful solitude. Meditative aim.
Look to see standing bold and free a statue of the one
Beloved by Lunarians, too soon her day was done.
Left behind a daughter who does echo mother’s ways
Spirited and of good heart. Both worthy of great praise.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017