White Cotton Bolls
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I wrote this Friday, August 24, 2012 in several parts..One early morning then on the road to Tifton to see about Cody and third on the way back from Tifton..At one time cotton was picked by hand by whomever the farmer could get to pick that day..The first bale usually helped get the children's clothes and supplies for back to school if possible..Now it is allowed to all open then spray it with defoliant and picked by a machine called a cotton picker..Sara
Cool dampness covers like surround
Sound coming from modern
Stereo, even rooster's voices
Float steady at every turn
In the planter on the porch rail
Blue Bachelor Buttons
Finally bloom, not knowing
If live just one season
The sun comes on up gold clear light
Like the famous lightbulb
Soon the dampness will dissipate
Day will warm , birds eat grubs
On the road white tail deer appear
Panic flash their white up
Run like the mischief into woods
Full of fear they breakup
One goes to the left and one right
Drop their tails disappear
Safe in the woods surrounded now
Mom seeks fawn_ perseveres
Now see fields of cotton ripening
Opening their white bolls
Years ago that would be first pickin'
Money for a few school clothes
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Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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