Elma's+Paper

//On Plymouth Grounds// By Elma Adusei At the port, waiting for the boat, For warmth, I buttoned up my coat. Finally, at noon did it show, And my husband and I did go. Inside, it was hot and crowded; People sat while children plodded. I looked out to the ocean strong With hope. The New World did I long. My poor husband died shortly, And broke my heart with misery. Still did I thank God for that man, Whom He took for a greater plan. On one night came a ravage storm, That nearly split the vessel’s form. There were loud thunders and lightning Bombarding and just too frightening. I prayed in faith and beseeched Him, To not leave us out on the limb. His kind love and bountiful grace Saved us. The ship survived in place. Soon, we landed in the New World, Which was where my new life unfurled. There were many trees and hard snow, But a place much better to grow. A preacher gathered us around To discuss at large what we found. We then sat on fallen timber Quickly so as not to hinder. He preached that we would not be poor-- God would provide forever more. That as people of God chosen, We would serve Him without dozing. So as a new community, We would work in strong unity. He took us to a massive stone To declare the area our own. We then named the land Plymouth, cheers! And prayed for many blessed years. Thus, on this significant ground, A great refuge for us was found!