Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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I wrote this Friday, August 24, 2012 in several parts..One early morning then on the road to Tifton to see about Cody and third on the way back from Tifton..At one time cotton was picked by hand by whomever the farmer could get to pick that day..The first bale usually helped get the children's clothes and supplies for back to school if possible..Now it is allowed to all open then spray it with defoliant and picked by a machine called a cotton picker..Sara

White Cotton Bolls

Cool dampness covers like surround
Sound coming from modern
Stereo, even rooster's voices
Float steady at every turn

In the planter on the porch rail
Blue Bachelor Buttons 
Finally bloom, not knowing
If live just one season

The sun comes on up gold clear light
Like the famous lightbulb
Soon the dampness will dissipate
Day will warm , birds eat grubs

On the road white tail deer appear
Panic flash their white up
Run like the mischief into woods
Full of fear they breakup

One goes to the left and one right
Drop their tails disappear
Safe in the woods surrounded now
Mom seeks fawn_ perseveres

Now see fields of cotton ripening
Opening their white bolls
Years ago that would be first pickin'
Money for a few school clothes
 

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Christopher Stopford September 21, 2012 at 9:28 AM Dear Sara, It was "Plutarch 46-120 AD that wrote "Painting is silent Poetry but Poetry is painting that speaks" as it is with your living words. Fondest Regards.

Lee Ramage August 30, 2012 at 11:14 AM Great poem, I had never seen cotton until I traveled down south several years ago. You paint a lovely picture. Lee

Jack Horne August 26, 2012 at 12:59 PM cotton, I meant, lol

Jack Horne August 26, 2012 at 12:58 PM Beautiful descriptive write. I've heard the saying 'cotting-picking fingers' - interesting notes too, my friend.

Cindy Cayton August 25, 2012 at 5:56 PM enjoyed reading you this evening. Cindy

Russell Sivey August 25, 2012 at 4:49 PM This is such a beautiful write my friend! I truly love the descriptions you have of the start of day, with the dampness and coolness, very elaborate and beautiful! I really liked the deer images you painted for us to visualize, wonderful! This is an awesome piece, Great Work!!

Richard Palmer August 25, 2012 at 2:15 PM great write Sara,cotton picking princess

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 25, 2012 at 11:09 AM fascinating journey Sara.. much has changed in the way cotton is handled now.. machines do all the work laborers once toiled.. an impressive piece gathering old and new together.. enjoyed ..luv..