History Poem by Nichole Webb

A reflaction in times still waters.
At first the image is clouded,
The past shrouded in mysery.
Then as the water begins to settle, an image is formed,
Unfortunetly not all the answers are clear,
Only the origins and achievemant are,
The rest is blurred.
However, if we look further inward,
We find the answers.
This is not always easy.
Our sight is obsured by legends and myths,
War And times harsh touch.
The truth is just one of many illusions.
How can we reveal what is fact and what is fiction?
It is a ardouous journey through what little acount the people of the past left behind.
Even now, at the end of our journey,
We lack some answers.
The past remains shrouded in mystery,
In times still waters.