In The Cotton Field Poem by Maya Took

In The Cotton Field



Ay cotton seeds, cotton weeds.
Grow day and night
Through clouds and rain-
Grow little trees
For you are my pain.

Lo, day and night
Dark and Light
The earth shall produce'
Lest I should be reduced

Health, life food and drink
All depends on cotton seeds wink

Friday, February 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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