From Crown to Colony

​In the shadow of the lions, where the Plantagenet once stood, A story etched in fire, through the brimstone and the flood. From King John’s hand at Runnymede, where a charter first was sealed, The seeds of liberty were sown within a distant field. ​The "everlasting" chain of time moved past the royal gate, As Dudley turned his gaze toward a far and unknown fate. He left behind the royal clan and the comfort of the throne, To reap a different harvest from the birthright he had known. ​Across the gray Atlantic, where the heaven-sent blessings fall, He brought the lion's will to rise and answer to the call. No longer bound by ancient walls or tyranny’s old reining, He built a world of truth and grace, with spirit never waning. ​From the thirteen colonies to the deep of Iowa’s soil, A legacy of forty years of loyalty and toil. Though time may die, the blood remains, a sacred, golden key, The lions roar in Mitchell now, the fruit of history.