Lanier Thomas Poet Rhyme

Red Alabama Clay

The days of innocence have traveled away;
Those of cowboys and injuns we did slay,
And baseball, football, and swimming for play;
Lying ‘neath the pecan trees half the day,
And going to church to learn how to pray,
In the deep red North Alabama clay.

I remember the sunlight in our hair.
We grew strong and right and became a pair.   
We laughed and loved in a world without care.
Cotton, beans, and corn and living things there
Our happiness, love, and life they did share,
In the deep red North Alabama Clay.

When my days on this earth are fully drawn,
And I no longer have my youthful brawn,
When I am finished and this life has gone,
And no more sunsets will I look upon,
Lay me in my grave with headstone thereon,
In the deep red North Alabama Clay.

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Sara Kendrick July 28, 2026 at 7:42 AM Ahh!! I have dealt with the red Georgia clay which if you stick to it when its dry, it will stick to you when its wet and very hard to impossible to get out of fabric. LOL..Thank you for sharing this one with us. My grave is bought and my headstone waiting for me to be buried in Georgia. Sara K. Lanier Thomas August 13, 2026 at 10:31 PM Thank you for reading. I'm glad you liked it. I was experimenting with a new style. Yes, that old clay helped nurture many good memories, memories that last.