Oak Alley Plantation Poem by Robin Bennett

Standing alone
shadowed by the great plantation-
Lazy muddy Mississippi
wanders by
Eyes locked in a gaze-
under her mighty oaks
Nostalgia from ages ago
now imprinted on her soul

Souls of slaves
inhabit these grounds-
Do you not hear
whispers of clinking metal?
One lone cup
holding water
from a well
Single reward-
for each slaves daily toil

A gentle southern breeze
sashays by-
Aged oaks breathe relief
Secrets carved-
within her sturdy branches
For eternity-

Rebel flag still flies-
testament to a past era
Still unyielding-
to southern pride
Bathed in beauty
Caught in time-