New Smyrna Minorcans Ballada
by Chanda Singleton Griesë
On God’s great earth From east to west Some simple colonists By Turnbull’s sway Packed belongings Not knowing the way. On stormy seas That fierce winds blew— Two months they sailed On black seas to The promised land. Abandoning Old for New— This brave band planting Indigo blue With Father Camps Plagued with worry A faithful witness Penned their story Abuses spoken Fatigued with death Beaten, broken Deliverance. The sweet refrain Families saved to start again And continue on from Generation to generation. ~C.S. Griesë Illustration by April Singleton Griesë Reprinted from My Grandchildren Are My Glory| Recipes and Memories of Sharon Louise Singleton Tanchin