Cotton Here Lost It's Crown Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Cotton Here Lost It's Crown

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Here is where cotton lost it's crown.
Washed away at night, days troubled water.
Dark another pink day, races the sun.
Bags heavy burst dreams of white hope.
And cotton surrounds groves of peaches.
White heads, unfurl thier storied faces.
Humbled now the hands, are spreading cotton.
While woman tend some lips parched in water.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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