Ode To The Cotton Boll
by
Jean S. Reeves
Friday, September 21, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The cotton boll, the cotton boll..
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Oh cotton boll, oh cotton boll,
The farmer waits as your shell unfolds.
"What lovely aroma the cotton beholds.
Smell the sweetness of the cotton boll.
And the rainbow of colors don't you see?
That's the prettiest sight in the world to me.
Listen quietly at the beautiful sound, As the Louisiana snow falls onto the ground.
Feel how soft the cotton feels on your arm,
Look at it, touch it, oh how warm.
The farmer says as he tips his hat, 'My dear lady what do you think about that?'"
The city girl looks up with her puzzled face,
"That's not what I see here in this place.
I smell nothing... and what do you hear?
I hear no snow falling with these two ears.
What rainbow of colors do you see?
It looks like a dirty white color to me.
Please don't touch my skin with that nasty thing.
Please get it away from my diamond rings."
"Young lady, young lady, you have so much to learn.
For this crop you see, my heart does yearn.
I'll tell you just what I smell in this air.
The smell of green money, to that I'll swear.
And the smell of the food, oh how sweet,
If not for the cotton we could not eat.
This cotton boll to the farmer is life,
Like diamonds and gold it is to MY wife.
The color of green, the color of blue, the color of the sun it should be to you too.
It feels like the soft shirt you wear on your back,
Whose color, not white, but rather is black.
Even the seeds we make into oil,
Or grind it back up to fertilize the soil.
Nothing is wasted, we use it all. This sweet little gem, the cotton boll.
Aren't the sheets soft upon your bed?
Think young lady, use your head!
So, why oh why is your reaction so drastic?
If you don't like it, try sleeping on plastic!
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
3/3/2008 |
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Once, we were evacuated from one of our many Florida hurricanes. . . driving and driving, we ended up in a rural area of Georgia, a cotton farm area...the wind was blowing cotton in the air like a snow storm! The kids thought it was snow...but, I knew it just couldn't be! Come to find out, it was Cotton!
You brought fun memories back with this wonder-filled write! Cotton is really neat to see in the raw!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/27/2007 |
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Nicely done, Jean; this is a good lesson for those of us far removed from the origin of cotton. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
9/22/2007 |
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The mysteries of the cotton boll - bolting!
Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
9/22/2007 |
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Cotton, magnolias and times gone forever, can't thing in the morning about the bed, I mean an empty bed.
Cotton sheets are made to wrap around that someone we care about, or dream of, of wished, or...well cotton got me going.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/21/2007 |
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Jean,
Have never read a poem about the virtues of cotton bolls, but now I will never look at them the same way again! Well done, you taught me something new!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
9/21/2007 |
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Excellent write, Jean; never heard of the cotton boll. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Walt Hardester |
9/21/2007 |
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If you don't like it, try sleeping on plastic!
That one line says it all. good work Jean.
Walt |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/21/2007 |
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Good write and a lot of good info here that most of us Northerners don't think about but should.
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