Legacy
Legacy
By my father’s hands
A legacy was left for me
I won’t disappoint
The inheritance is important to me
Green pastures and many pine trees
The land he labored was for me
The red dirt and gravel roads
He left it all to me
The fields he plowed
Gardens he planted
He did it all for me
By my father’s hands
The house he built was
miraculous to me
Making memories in that house
Is where my thoughts retreat
Hog pens and hen houses
Out houses and peanut groves
Watermelon patches
He worked until the sweat
was upon his brow
Running from one side of the fields
to another
Up and down the country roads
History in the making
Who would have known?
Berry vines and fruit trees
Was exhilarating to me
Fig trees and gladiolas
My mother planted for me
So accomplished with only a
fourth grade education
I’m so proud to be a part of the
lineage and total dedication
By my father’s hands
My father’s hands
His hand, hanging on
to the Lord’s unchanging hand
Copyright © Tanesha Wells | Year Posted 2015
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