Cotton Pierced Poem by James McLain

Cotton pierced...
and no running away...
from..how it grows..
and grows..
like the child...that..
farms with ants...
tipping his small stick...
and honey....
makes....
a queen come out to day...
........
Cotton pierced...
and pic nicks too....
and bounty..riches..
grew as far as...
moist and mother earth...
she knew...thus gave...
......
Cotton pierces....
backs...
with more than nails..
and bushes....
for the sake of...
cotton sails...
and wooden...
barrels filled...
with water rains...
Cotton pierced your soul..