A Robin's Eggshell Color
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Never looking up to see the sky
A "Robin's eggshell" color
Nor noticing or appreciating
The sun's golden hue
As it rose each day
Only seeing, breathing, feeling work~
Labor intensive work~
Capturing each thought
Holding bondage each breath
As each long hot day passed
Turning into years of misery
Early in the morning about the breaking of dawn
"Backed by a choir of ten thousand crickets"
Their voices mixed in with the music "reached up to touch heaven with a song"
Their heads bowed looking at the cotton crop
That held them prisoners for a lifetime
Wondering if, if there was any hope of redemption
Since they were tied to the land in bondage to scrape out a livin'
What is the rest of the story for it is unfinished 'til this day
"Closer" by Chris Aechtner
"Robin's Eggshell"
"Cotton Pickin' Paradise" by Tim Ryerson
"Backed by a choir of ten thousand crickets"
"Reaching up to touch heaven with a song"
Sponor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Referential
I based it somewhat on my parents telling about how they worked as children in the cotton fields, corn patches, gardens, etc. Then they left the farm and went to the cotton mills and some of the descendence from these two families rose above the poverty of both places..There was one doctor, one Lt. Colonel in the Coast Guard, and many more occupations scattered thorough out families that came from that poverty situation..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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