Seven Elizabethan Pennies

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Seven Elizabethan Pennies.

The weathered face

of Good Queen Bess

greeted me from the ground,

as I pulled her free

from her indignity.

With those long years past

she breathed fresh air at last,

Sun and reign she had;

a buried time,

unvaried time,

enough to drive some mad.

Six times more,

I released the queen,

I held her in my hand;

Seven Queen Elizabeths,

her coins from out the land.

But, four centuries in the ground

Were not her fate,

she’d been there just two decades;

not enough time

that the memory fades,

in fact she’s still here with us,

in her regal royal state.

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