Let's Not Forget Her Name

Deep beneath the soil and sand,
Lies a tale of progress and land,
A story of the First Oil Well,
In Miri, where we told its tale.

A discovery that changed the game,
Fueled a city made its name,
A history of sweat and toil,
That created wealth from the soil.

But now, as time goes by,
And progress soars up high,
The name First Oil Well, once so grand,
Is fading away from the land.

The name, forgotten by most,
A symbol of progress now a ghost,
A relic that's barely there,
Only referred to by her nickname fair.

Yet the Grand Old Lady lives,
Her memory, forever gives,
A testament to our past,
A reminder of all that lasts.

For though she may be old,
Her story, forever told,
Of those who toiled and bled,
So that we could be ahead.

So let us not forget her real name,
Or her story, full of fame,
For the Oil Well No.1 still stands,
A monument to our hands.

Contributed by Bob, for MiriResortCity.com