It was St. George, South Carolina being the town
A miles walk to the country store
Blisters on my feet while my shoes relished in defeat
The blisters being my experience sore
A dirt road with all its galore
A farming town
A small house that centered being bound
A town with its own scenery ground
I worked on the farm in the very high hot sun
It wasn’t until sunset when we were done
Experience requiring endurance
A learning phase of influence
The farm animals to care
The grown food in prosperity to share
The true meaning of Deep South
An experience no northern major city can even mouth
It was the Hound bus that got me around
Homeward being New York City bound and arriving safe and sound
Farming I will never forget
Seeing a town in South Carolina leaving no regrets
It’s more of reflect and a lesson far more than elect.