Cotton Candy
Cotton Candy Couplets
Miracle Man
1/14/2022
Back in the day when suckers cost a penny,
money was scarce and this kid hadn’t any.
But “scrapping bolls” one fall, the job I found,
and shortly after dawn, to the fields I was bound.
Three “tow sacks” sewed together held my glean,
all we could afford for a kid nearing thirteen.
A penny a pound is what pulling usually paid,
long days in the sun, wiping sweat, with no shade.
Cotton was hauled, team and wagon, and truckers,
and what little I made went mostly for suckers.
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