Out where the cotton grows

[browneyedbailey]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.

[Granny5]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithiee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.

Oh my browneyedbailey.....this is so sweet it has made your granny cry.
I'm so proud of you and of your talent. I wish your great grand daddy was
here to read it. I know he'd be proud too. You truely are my Princess and I love you. Thank you so very much for this.

[Logos]

Mod Note: moved from Poems, Poets, and Poetry.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithiee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.

What a family, Ms Bailey! And what a terrific representative of it you are! You may know that I'm proud to know your mother and to consider her a very dear friend and the same for Grandma Sandy, and I've exchanged some happy bantering words with Grandpa Poppy. I get the feeling that even the weeds round about where you live must be prize winners!

Come back here soon, please!

[motherhubbard]

Bailey, I’m so surprised by your poem. Is this your first time off of the Haiku threads? You did a wonderful job. I’m glad you are thinking about your family and how things change between generations and how some things stay the same.

[Poppy]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithiee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.

Well, well, a proud Poppy I am. What an excellent tribute to a man called Hoot. Granny cried and Pop had a tear, I think....

[CdnReader]

Browneyedbailey, this is a wonderful tribute to your past and to your family. You come from a very talented line of poets, and looks like some of it rubbed off on you too. Delightful. I hope you'll keep writing for us. :)

[Pendragon]

I have been out of my Virginia mountains long enough to seen the cotton fields of Arkansas, and your poem took me right back. I brought home seeds the first time to see if I could grow cotton here in my back yard. Too cold here then, probably would grow now. A Family of poets, wonderful! And a darn good poem.

Pen

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[ampoule]

Brown eyes like deep dark pools that one can look into and see the past. You have done a beautiful job with this ms. bailey.

[Granny5]

I have been out of my Virginia mountains long enough to seen the cotton fields of Arkansas, and your poem took me right back. I brought home seeds the first time to see if I could grow cotton here in my back yard. Too cold here then, probably would grow now. A Family of poets, wonderful! And a darn good poem.

Pen

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Pen, I brought home some open cotton boles and I'm going to remove the seed and see if I can get them to grow next spring. Any suggestion on how to store them?

[motherhubbard]

In the freezer in a bag or mason jar. Haven't you seen my deep freezer? let them dry for a while first

[Granny5]

In the freezer in a bag or mason jar. Haven't you seen my deep freezer? let them dry for a while first

Is there anything you don't know, smarty. How much cotton have you grown??

[motherhubbard]

Well, you can't eat cotton and I can get wool from tara! No you should watch who you call smarty or no more Chaney beans for you! :alien:

[browneyedbailey]

:rage: Okay guys!!!! Thats enough!!!!! I don't see you growing plants in your back yard Granny5. You two should be ashamed. You could do that by pm you know!!!



Thanks guys for those of you who weren't bickering (mom, granny :flare: ) I appreciate it.

[firefangled]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithiee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.


I brought this back up top again where it belongs. This poem is so good and having read the post about it and now knowing a little bit about you, I am amazed. You have quite a talent Bailey. Please keep wrtiting poems and posting them here.

I'm sorry I did not see this sooner, but I have been popping in and out of here like a groundhog in February I've been so busy.

[browneyedbailey]

Thanks fire. I appreciate it so.:D

[motherhubbard]

Down in the feilds where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigatinal system flows.
Where the tallest stalks of corn grows.
In a little town no bigger than my own.
Out in the East where the cotton grows.
Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand.
In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas.
Where the the cotton grows .
Two hundred pounds by hands a day.
Out in the sun his seven kids to play.
Great grand daddy Smithiee picking away.
Where the cotton grows.

I've been thinking about this awesome poem again. I'd like to see you write it one more time. I saw the rough draft and the improvement and I wonder what one more revision would bring. This is a wonderful poem full of history and emotion. :thumbs_up I like so much about it and I know you gave it a lot of thought. What will more thought bring? Send it through a spell check and amaze us some more! I love you!! :ladysman:

[PrinceMyshkin]

I've been thinking about this awesome poem again. I'd like to see you write it one more time. I saw the rough draft and the improvement and I wonder what one more revision would bring. This is a wonderful poem full of history and emotion. :thumbs_up I like so much about it and I know you gave it a lot of thought. What will more thought bring? Send it through a spell check and amaze us some more! I love you!! :ladysman:

We fall in love with people, in many different ways...one way with our mates, another with our children; yet another when we see someone - a pefect stranger - perform an act of unsought for kindness to another.

And every now and then, as here, one falls in love with the love between two others!

[browneyedbailey]

I've been thinking about this awesome poem again. I'd like to see you write it one more time. I saw the rough draft and the improvement and I wonder what one more revision would bring. This is a wonderful poem full of history and emotion. :thumbs_up I like so much about it and I know you gave it a lot of thought. What will more thought bring? Send it through a spell check and amaze us some more! I love you!! :ladysman:

Okay I'll give it my best shot!