In Liberty’s realm, where silver sings,
Archibald Knox gave buttons wings.
Peacock plumes in blue and green,
Enamel dreams, a lover’s sheen.
From England they came, the crown jewels bright,
Late eighteen-hundreds, a collector’s delight.
Fused with glass, their colors play,
Tiny relics of a patient day.
Valentine whispers in every hue,
A heart, a tendril, a stitch or two.
Buttons bloom where passions meet,
Sewn with love, a treasure sweet.
Oh, button friends, hold history near,
Each curve, each shade, a tale to hear.
From frock to card, they softly call,
Liberty’s gift, enamels all!
© Clare Bazley…abuttonlady
With AI Assistance, combining my two articles, Enamel Buttons Will You Be Mine and Give Me Liberty.
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