Rosa Parks Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Rosa Parks
A small symbol of seed.
In her heart a creed.
Feelings of a spirit.
Where just to sit?
Slavery was of the past.
The Civil War, did not last.
A seed of God's right.
Sent her into flight.
Like the Ark upon the water.
Her feelings were not softer.
Making ways for a path.
Martin King came at last.
Sherman's march to Savannah.
She raised up the banner.
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4/26/2024 3:05:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Awesome musical scratch. Great. God bless.