I saw a piece of land that was cryin’
So dirty so bare
Had a piece of a house that was dyin’
Till me and baby sarah jones moved in
That’s what I’m going to name her
Off from the city I work and the noise
And foul air
Off from the rushing people that don’t seem to care
Even though this shack and land needs a lot of work
I’m gonna clean
I’m gonna fix
I’m gonna turn dirt
And make a wonderful garden for me and her
I done hump fo everything I need
I’m gonna hump till I see my dream
And when baby sarah jones come here
She gon hold this place dear
Cause she gone grow-up big
And travel way from here
I’m gonna give her a start that
…. she’ll carry in her heart
Even though this here shack and land needs a lot of work
I’m gonna clean
I’m gonna fix
I’m gonna turn dirt
Cause I’m worth it and baby sarah jones needs to know her worth
………………….from me from her home
I’m gone make our garden green
Full with yams and greens to eat
trees to breath givin our air purity
And flowers so birds and bees can sing all of God’s little beings
Make a path for the springs listening to what sunshine brings
Now theres another shack dats kinda close
But old lady givens don’t hold up much noise
And gone love the roses I picked for her
Even though this shack and land needs lots of work
I’m gonna clean
I’m gonna fix
I’m gonna turn up dirt
I’m gon’ bring life even ifn’ it gonna hurt
If daddy desides to come home well thats all and good
But if he don’t my daddy show’d me how to cut wood
He show’d me how to hunt and catch my food
Momma show’d me how ta cut and clean, sew and weed
Know’d what to do in the event of should
They show’d me how ta get on ma knees and pray
They show’d me and told me bout those days
Me and baby sarah jones gon be ok
(that’s gone be her name)
and even though right now
the lands is cryin’
and the house look like its dyin’
I’m gonna clean
I’m gonna fix
I’m gonna turn dirt
……and do what is needed
to have a wonderful garden, space and place
for me Madeline jones and my baby sarah jones
cause that’s what I’m gonna name her
I love the positive feeling to this poem, its inspiration, and makes me think as a modern woman, there is much a take for granted, when living is as basic as breathing. Good thoughts here..........
ty for this
I enjoyed.......pax A
ps
last night i clicked on your recently posted poem before the pic had loaded, read thru it half way and figured hit the refresh button......
it was so much for me to handle, and I clicked off the page....but today I was thinking about it, and saw you had already been to my site.......
you are a gifted writer.......
and I am a senstive/selective reader.........I guess
I had no idea on how to comment on that poem even half read
it was beyond me........just too upsetting
Mitzi, There's pride in this that not many could grasp. There's a feeling of hearth that only comes with the warmth of home and moist cold dirt in the palm of your hand.
We do what we are taught, and you were taught to till the land make it flourish, and in turn it will satisfy your needs in more ways than one.
Stunning write Mitzi..
This write, which stands alone without the wonderful painting, conjours up early Americana imagery that truly emotes the struggle, detrmination, pride, and spirit of love. Great Write....Enjoyed much.
Motzo powerful art and verses. Expressed emotions are awe inspiring:)
Niley
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2005
Mam, oh man, those green sound good to this Arkansas boy, pass the pot likker. Great verses, great premise, fantastic wordplay and beside all that good stuff, it was just damn fun to read!
Mitzi yu bring so many emotions to the fore when you write I can hardly be still. How do you do it? If I worte like you I'd be worn out;-) Superb story/poem and art!
etw
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2005
Classic. From that painting you sure have a gift, it is a great ekphrasic write. Very difficult to do.
ty for this
I enjoyed.......pax A
ps
last night i clicked on your recently posted poem before the pic had loaded, read thru it half way and figured hit the refresh button......
it was so much for me to handle, and I clicked off the page....but today I was thinking about it, and saw you had already been to my site.......
you are a gifted writer.......
and I am a senstive/selective reader.........I guess
I had no idea on how to comment on that poem even half read
it was beyond me........just too upsetting
but that shows your strengeth in this craft
pax
A
Ron
We do what we are taught, and you were taught to till the land make it flourish, and in turn it will satisfy your needs in more ways than one.
Stunning write Mitzi..
Lisa
This is absolutely gorgeous! Power in your pen, girl--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
EDL
Blest are the ones that teach their kids the basic surviving, for they will earn a healthy living, and will breathe freedom.
This poem, "me and baby sarah jones" is a lesson of life for a quality living through its wise lines of poetic excellence.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
Niley
etw