the cows are in the meadow eating red jello,the horses are dancing the fox trot fish in the pond are wearing dark shades for they go to cool school.the bees are selling their honey from a road side stand wacky things are now happening on the farm and nothing is going as planned.the farmer and his wife who worked hard most of his life tore it down and built a condo.the crows are well known for imported cigars wine cheese the other farmers in the valley formed a coop and sell natural spring  water.baby walter and me discovered our talent to sing and cut an album after winning the grand prise  on America 's got talent and momma and daddy ended up being so proud of me.

slaves never owned the land nor themselves and its hard to imagine if we were ever free in every possible way  after Lincoln freed us.let me explain.master smiled  shook hands while giving us a piece of land seeds farming equipment and let us have credit at the corner store he owned where all ious were accepted plus the shanty that we used to fight off the wind rain dust storms snow belonged to him. lest I forget to known master also took most of the crops when they came in said it was to pay off our tabs. which left only enough food for our family to live on until the next crops came up. we watched this happen year after year until the tabs were taller than the trees that once hung us and left us dangling in the wind like bitter fruit thrown away with no thought with blood on the leaves than running down to its roots.

slaves never owned the land nor themselves and its hard to imagin if we were free in  every possible way.let me explain,master gave us a piece of land seeds and let us have credit at the corner store where our ious were accepted  plus he owned the shanty that we used to fight off the wind  rain  snow such as it was.lest I forget to make it known  master also took most of the crops when they came in  which left only enough for our family to live on until the next crops came up. this happened year after year until the ious were taler than the trees  that once hung us and let dangling like biter fruit thrown away with blood on the leaves running down to the roots.

daybreak's voice is heard throughout the world as the earth turns with no ok from mankind.bird nests empty in morning glow.the sea is to active to rest.tracks form on wooded paths and flowers feast on dirt  touched by falling rain.trees climb toward the sky clothed in leafs of many colors

this misery is like none I've ever known  walking on these cobblestone streets lost without someone to care or shelter of a home.paris the city of lights  has turned its back on me and locked deep within is  a yearning love that nobody else can see.this cold pouring rain is not a good environment al that has been suffered was self induced and not heaven sent the world I know has a place that will open wide and this waif fortune has a kind smiling face that will cause this woman in the streets cast adrift to follow a new path home.

the plantation that housed both my body mind soul had fallen on hard times.union soldiers had plundered the crops and taken every thing worth stealing.when word spread from plantation  to plantation that president abreham Lincoln had something called the emancipation prolimantion  that set us fre and we were no longer enslaved . able bodied and once docile slaves ran of in all directions  but I stayed behind with the old and spirit weary faithful who seemed dazed and listless.my mistres was the only white face among us.i still wore the faint imprint of the daily chains worn like bracelets .that spring day in the kitchen while preparing black coffee and biscuits the little left for mistress and me I felt eager white hands on my *******,than the cloth shirt hiding my nakedness was ripped away as pink hard manhood invaded my insides.the intense pain rocked all senses and tears flooded out like a dam unloosed.my screams bounced off each enclosed wall.yet no one came to make it stop.as he rode the waves of his personal pleasure my shut  off mind could see visions of running through creek beds and swimming through rivers with a knapsack with two linen shirts two pairs of pants one jacket one pair of shoes one pair of socks parting gifts from my mistress tied atop my wooly head and most of al being able to sing with a loud free voice a song yet sung.

my love for you is stronger  than a mighty ARMY on horse back with  a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth.stronger  than a mighty riptide.stronger than age old trees rooted deep.stronger than the sky  that hold the stars in place . stronger than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time