The Spirits of Leland, Mississippi

They were deceive by their city government. They were people that were burden by the struggles of the universe. [Image] Why? No one knew. It just was their way of life. They farmed and industry was that of invention. They will see growth from unity and togetherness. If this was not form from strife, the city would be dead beaten. The worst would not become any better. Money was not feasible. They must share to live a healthy life. It was not right to try to build an economy. Money meant nothing. The story is not a tale of two cities. The story is of the City of Leland. We are the family from the Hills. My great grandparents came via The Trail of Tears. Wolfe’s Plantation and the quarter houses that were built during enslavement is still there in Crystal Springs. My great grandparents tenant farmed. Emma and Lenny did well. Lenny died. Emma left the Hills. The Mississippi Delta is where she died. My mother did as well. The tears I did not let drop. Weeping was in my heart. Eternity now. The holy scripture of humanity is written. No more do I see yesterday or the present. I am high because I know what is beyond the sky. The colored Sextons and Die Mr. I. __________________________________| PENNED ON DECEMBER 27, 2013!