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.
Copyright © Ferris Jones | Year Posted 2007
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