Southern Fields
Rouse me not while I am sleeping,
see the darkened shadows creeping,
hear the windblown willows weeping,
fields of cotton ripe for reaping.
Notice how the floors need sweeping,
apathetic toward housekeeping,
leave me be while I am sleeping,
to other realms my soul is leaping.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
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