Weather-bee (Alma Ann Williams)

(Vardaman, MS, USA)

Sweet Pete

The game of life, I can no longer play
I dug my ditches, plowed my row
I must go, I cannot stay
To reap, God says, if I sow.

The ditches were deep, the rows long
The mules, I followed, that pulled the plow
So weak, I feel, no strength to be strong
Would make another field, but how?

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