Saint Joan Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Joan's lovely brown hair floated on air,
Her asset and crowning glory.
Until one dark day ~ cloudy and grey,
She took part in the Joan of Arc Story:
Off came her hair; how could they dare?
Gone was her glamour and glory...
'twas thrown in the Seine
Floods of tears all in vain
For poor little 'Annie Laurie'
Frenchmen gazed in utter surprise,
With fear and doubt in their eyes
Gone was their hope of 'amoure'.
Guilty of witchcraft Joan burned at the stake
And was callously thrown in the lake.
Hence the morbid historical Story.
But In nineteen-twenty, canonized was she
Regaining her Joan of Arc glory.