Mon Dye Bottom, Hear Our Cry
by
Dennis Bretherick
March 1st, 1995




Mon Dye Bottom,
We appeal to you
To give up the waif
That we all love true.

This waif became
A rose one day,
When we learned that she
Once passed our way.

Her stay with us
Was short & frail,
We could not hear
Her muffled wail.

The way that was chose
For her to depart,
Did truly rend
The hardest of heart.

The pain she suffered,
We could not feel,
But our love for her,
You cannot steal.

Your waters are called
The upper bear,
And you hide her deep
Within your lair.

Give up this rose
That you hide from us,
Like a jealous lover
Who has no trust.

Your waters we search
To no avail,
For you hide her within
Your murky vail.

You hide her well
And we pray to you
To release this rose
To those who love her true.

Your murky waters,
So cold and deep,
Are not the place
For this rose to sleep.

Please, Upper Bear,
Hear our mournful call,
Aand this rose, give up
To one and all.

Your murky swept waters
Have stood the test,
So give her up
To be laid to rest.