Daddy's Shoes

Daddy walked behind the rusted plow as I tried to follow his footprints. 'cause Daddy's shoes were so big, my little feet just would not fit. The hot sun made Daddy sweat but Nellie Belle seem not to mind. Often she walked that 'ole field and her master walked behind. Times were hard for Moma and Daddy and as a child I did not know~~ I was a sharecropper's daughter and we were very poor~ Seeing Moma with needle and twine, I didn't realize his shoes were torn. I played and ran outdoors and secretly threw the hogs his corn~~ I often wander back in time..... to those days, so innocent and free, when we plowed the 'ole fields~~ my daddy, Nellie Belle and me.