Yellow Fever 1793

Yellow Fever

Death is near

People fear

Life feels like death

Church bells ring

fever stings

Life cut short for many

People don't survive; barely any

Many people leave but we stay

Still cutting grass and sorting hay

Living here is a horror

Some who stay are filled with sorrow

I'm here with my family

Just me and my sister Rosalie

We pray from our hearts

For the mighty god to put food in our carts

So that we may survive

Unlike others who died