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Cotton and Flax

I reckon my ancestors worked like a Hebrew slave under that hot Georgia sun with no relief of shade Picking cotton all day every day all year in that blistering heat with their masters sitting near I suppose my Hebrew kin felt exactly the same way toiling in that hot Egyptian field every single day Picking that flax to be woven ever so fine into white linen garments bright as the sunshine Well now, wouldn't y'know, only cotton can be made into linen also us poor black souls making such rich white clothes One sunlit day all them oppressors are sure to faint when they see their slaves dressed in the attire of saints Yep, that fine white linen is what the angels wear It is righteous clothing worn by the just and fair Yep, that cotton and flax wrought by our hard labor We're going to rest and relax in those white clothes of favor

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Roy Merritt

Date: 1/19/2017 10:07:00 PM

A truly excellent offering and one that is certainly one I can relate to in that I grew up on a farm and picked a great deal of cotton when young and often along side many a wonderful black person who were our neighbors and very inspiring people. All the farmers in the area cooperated with each other harvesting each other's cotton an our major crop here in NC which was tobacco.

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 10/4/2016 8:05:00 PM

Your poem about angels made me smile Freddie, thoroughly enjoyed!:)

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 10/11/2016 3:28:00 PM

Ty, Cheryl. Your poems make me smile a lot. Love the love. Much love to you, dear.