Plantation House

The plantation house stood Old and broken. Flowers once lined the walk Leading to the front steps. To the left of the door Sits a very small room. The glass is broke and The sun makes it past the dirt. Light can be seen from The very small children which Walk past – both black and white. Inside the room sits a black woman Dressed and a slave. Her chair rocks, blowing The dust – breathing To the motion of the Many children laughing together. The puffs of dust help the old Woman see the smiling faces. As the children have done For many, many years. They Joined hands and danced. The woman smiled as she saw The circles free of dust Dotting the floor in every room.