A poem about the Fox Sister's
In a quiet town, in a long ago day,
Lived the Fox sisters, with a gift on display,
For they could hear, from beyond the veil,
Voices of the dead, a message to unveil.
Their gift was strange, and their words perplexed,
But they spoke with conviction, and their faith was un-flecked,
As they listened and relayed, the messages received,
Their power grew, and their fame achieved.
Through séances and gatherings, they spread their word,
As people listened, with their minds and hearts stirred,
For in the Fox sisters, they saw a hope,
A connection to the beyond, a spiritual scope.
But with fame came scepticism, and accusations too,
Of fraud and deception, and trickery to pursue,
Their gift was questioned, and their reputation marred,
As doubts and suspicions, grew ever more hard.
But still they stood, with their truth and their light,
For they knew their gift, was a guiding sight,
A connection to the other side, that held true,
A testament to the power, of the spiritual view.
So let us remember, the Fox sisters’ gift,
And the impact they made, in a world so swift,
For their legacy lives on, in the spirit of belief,
A beacon of hope, in a world that can be brief.
This was the Fox sister’s home
