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My Father's Car

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In Trinidad & Tobago

Once were ragged souls like chattels branded, blown by Atlantic wind and sail in chains; where long ago reeking slave ships landed African herdsmen in old Port of Spain. And from my Father's car I saw the yields where cane would men of burden burn and mash, where woman and child stooping in the fields saw the ripping flesh and heard the whips lash. Now broke are the fetters of time and fate - that car, that relic of a dying age, like the ships of old and their human freight hunted, sold, and transported in a cage. In my Father's old Plymouth Belvedere I saw ghosts of the mills and the ploughshare. December 2009

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Date: 4/29/2020 5:24:00 PM
Freshening old memories Enjoyable.. Bravo
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Date: 8/5/2015 8:08:00 AM
Keith.. I love these "Any Poem" Contest of Linda's because the poet gets to pick what they really like (makes me feel like I get to know the personality of the writer a bit better). You picked and wrote a true winner, many congrats!
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Date: 7/30/2015 12:27:00 AM
Congrats on ur wonderful winning poem Keith! Amazing pen!
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Date: 7/28/2015 9:04:00 PM
Keith, Congratulations. **SKAT**
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Date: 7/28/2015 1:18:00 PM
Keith, Congratulations! Thank you for supporting one of the MANY contest I held This Year. I enjoyed reading every entry in this very old contest OF MINE:):):). Stop by my latest blog "EXCUSE ME" if you'd like or have the time. --I'm glad to be back on the wild side of Poetry Soup hosting, new contest. Yours Truly!!! *LINDA*
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