Virginia Dare
*Virginia Dare was the first non-Native American born in the US. Her grandfather, John White, returned to England, and was delayed in returning to the Roanoke colony for several years. When he finally returned, there was hardly a trace of the settlement. To this day, their fate is unknown.
Meet Virginia, cold and white
The first-born child of a nation's freedom-plight
She was seldom happy, always hungry
Her grandfather was in a hurry
He left her in the care
Of her frightened mother fair
Her eyes were large, her fingers small
Tightly clutching her ragged doll
Her first four years were a constant struggle
To warm her, Mother pulled her close to snuggle
Away from pain and death to hide
For Mother could no longer provide.
As her mother's soul slipped from her
Virginia dared not try to stir
A salty tear dropped from her face
Onto her mother's last embrace
Now an orphan, a tiny lost pearl
All of Roanoke were dead, or gone
Except for a little girl
Virginia wandered from door to door
Then sat and wept upon the forest floor
Once she resigned herself to her fate
She gathered herself up, grasped her tattered play-mate
Virginia's tears at last did quell
She snatched up a razor-sharp sea-shell
And carved into a tree, standing tall and alone
A jumble of letters, a foreign word,
Spelling "Croatoan"
She watched as her tide-pool image
Morphed into mirage
Her body transformed into soul
Instead of a heart, she now had a hole
Soon she was nothing but a mirage, a mist
With cold, dead eyes and lips that kissed
The brow of her grandfather, back again
Returned to the land filled with naught but pain
"What has happened? Where did they go?"
But for a few relics, all dissappeared with snow
In the memory of the lost ones of Roanoke
With a rusty spade he began to poke
A mound of dirt, a gaping hole
An empty grave for every lost soul
Roaming the hills, forever alone
Not able to relieve themselves with even a moan
Grandfather sat, leaned against a stump
Looked up, saw scrawling that made him jump
On a tree, in a yound child's rough lettering
A message he would back to England bring
Virginia watched him, standing close by
As he got up from where he lie
Down his spine ran a cold chill
When through her he walked to the hole to fill
She writhed, she screamed, she threw herself aft
Yet in the light of day she was naught but a draft
Grandfather left, his old heart broken
While Virginia drifted, another ghost unwoken
It is said, at night, when the air is cool
You might see her leaned against that gnarled tree
Her large eyes larger, eerily quite and full
Of tears unshed, of a soul not free
Meet Virginia, cold and white
She forever haunts the Roanoke hills
On lonely, misty nights.