Sweet Agnes

Agnes Sweet Agnes In my sleep see I thee Bronzed skin a deepened hue Bleached hair cut short Hands twisted by fate Calluses treaded on thy feet Simply clothed in threadbare blue Shirt missin buttons few. Standing tall carryin burden Not revealed Fisher woman Known not but to a few Bringing to th' door Briny harvest to share Sweet pompano freshly caught n' cleaned Ready for the pan it seemed. Oysters pried from their secret spot Sea's seasoning, a tasty lot Where from she came or goes, matters - not Today is today as God begot For while th' sun beats down today Tomorrow's rain will cast away Grime, nature's cosmetics give An elegance to one so dear. Bed made from findings along the way Or simply a spot, sand pushed away Blanket, the stars that she can name Head resting on a bundle, all to her name God mother to the child Who pray would say, Agnes my friend She passed this way. (I know not her name, only Agnes From whence she came or goeth since Rosemary's friend who would share From time to time Bay's bounty, for clothes to wear Living free and unadorned She was of life - Freedom born.) sjm 04-21-2013