Southern life 1
The south where the wiregrass used to grow
till it was gone like a summer snow
deep in the south slow in time
home of the the whipoorwill and longleaf pine
it is there my grandfather would settle
farming the land with animals and metal
No great riches he had
just a family to worry and make him glad
His first wife she had passed afer 5 had been born
so he found Della and a new life was worn
my father was the oldest of the next four
born into tobacco road poor
This story is about to unfold
of John "son" senior and his road to gold.
This poem is about:
My family
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