The Monarch's Touch by Tamara Beryl Latham

Her scepter raised in majesty, she dares
to rule this jeweled star Britannia, though
dark eyes of Kings before her, legal heirs,
gaze down on her from portraits. Does she know

or even care what they may think? You see
she rides a horse as well as any man,
then dons her crown and welcomes Dukes to tea,
while scrutinizing every battle plan.

Elizabeth! This gown of dignity,
that flows, the river Thames reflects her grace,
her confidence. Behind doors privately,
she smiles back at the chamber mirror's face,

then states in perfect English, as she should,
"Elizabeth the Second, you done good."

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