My Birthplace Poem by Marilyn Lott

I uncovered slides of the past
A glance behind once again
A picture of Sunday morning church
One of a Cowden cotton gin

The home where I was born
Falling down throughout time
My life has moved on now
And left this life behind

Rainy day red dirt run-off
A flooded cotton field
Mom’s orchard in one picture
I think how much it used to yield

A red barn amidst rain water
Probably now just an ember
Looking at these old family slides
Many things I barely remember

It’s kind of fun to look at them
They capture the time and the place
All oftentimes that is left
Is locked in this special space!