Originally Posted by
Granny5
My granddaughter, browneyedbailey, has had the poem she wrote about her great grandfather selected to be published in a book containing poems by young poets. The poems were chosen and offered for selection by teachers from across the country. Here is her poem that they selected:
Out where the cotton grows
Down in the fields where the cotton grows.
Where the irrigational 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.
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