Free Range Poetry
19Jan/11

Down here in the Delta

Every rose and every dawn
Down here in the Delta
The salt sea bore her body on
Down here in the Delta

The cotton growing in the wind
Down here in the Delta
The missus tells me she done sinned
Down here in the Delta

My boy should grow up strong and fine
Down here in the Delta
Crooked back and crooked mind
Down here in the Delta

We can’t grow no cane no more
Down here in the Delta
Cold wind blowing through the door
Down here in the Delta

Put my own folk in the ground
Down here in the Delta
Broke my heart now twice around
Down here.

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