After The Rain

It rained...and rained
and finally stopped
and the mists arose
as the temperature dropped
floating over the ancient,
once cotton-covered fields
I heard a sound such
as the chopping hoe yields
Peering through the hazy white
I saw many shadows...
hoes raising and falling...
backs bending and raising
between the rows of mystic cotton
so white in the moonlight
and then I know I heard a jubilant song
as in the north cannon fire sounded
on its way to right a wrong
These ghosts chopped steadily on
knowing freedom was coming with the dawn
all this while their hoes did ring
yes ..I have witnessed many times...
ghosts do walk the south in spring...

©5/21/05 Faye Sizemore

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