Yamacraw Village

It takes a village to raise a child, An adage that is true. Yamacraw's nurtured countless And seen a many through. The poor who knocked at her door Were gathered in her arms; As she embraced them where she sat Off of Bay and Fahm. Like a longing mother, Her eyes have seen much pain. Her children, which are many Have braced the storm and rain. There's laughter in her streets But there've been lots of tears. Kids have played in her courts Throughout her toilsome years. Her church has been a lighthouse. On her playgrounds, children grew. Such village has been a pillar From history's point of view. In the shadow of the Savannah Bridge By the ole Suez Canal— You'll find Ms. Yamacraw With many tales to tell.