History She/Her Trust Poem by James McLain

We passed the hall where,
Woman'; sang!
Insert-around each finger ring
the men their wives too long for.
They passed each very close to.
We passed the fields each one -
hot cotton faced and how it grew.
'We'
gave them too the
past - establishments
of when days
the Sun Before the night gave way
Her climb -up to the top, was every just as.
Heavy it's and
with the weight off - history she/her trust..