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Monday, December 15, 2014
A Poem by Nikki Giovanni
FARMERS WORKING WITH TOBACCO
KNOXVILLE TENNESSEE
I always like summer
Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
And okra
And greens
And cabbage
And lots of
Barbeque
And buttermilk
And homemade ice-cream
At the church picnic
And listen to
Gospel music
Outside
At the church
Homecoming
And go to the mountains with
Your grandmother
And go barefooted
And be warm
All the time
Not only when you go to bed
And sleep
Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
And okra
And greens
And cabbage
And lots of
Barbeque
And buttermilk
And homemade ice-cream
At the church picnic
And listen to
Gospel music
Outside
At the church
Homecoming
And go to the mountains with
Your grandmother
And go barefooted
And be warm
All the time
Not only when you go to bed
And sleep
The Small Red Fox
There's a small red fox by the side of the road,
of burnt-red face and doleful eye.
She licks the juice from the passion fruit vines
and disappears into endless time.
V. Wright
BEAUTY
BEAUTY
"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified."
Isaiah 61:3 (KJV)
Isaiah 61:3 (KJV)
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