Muna Lee

(29 January 1895 – 3 April 1965 / Raymond, Mississippi)

Behind The House Is The Millet Plot

Poem by Muna Lee

Behind the house is the millet plot,
And past the millet, the stile;
And then a hill where melilot
Grows with wild camomile.

There was a youth who bade me goodby
Where the hill rises to meet the sky.
I think my heart broke; but I have forgot
All but the smell of the white melilot.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003