Dreams

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Can’t I be found in the dew-soaked grassOf my own open plainsWildflowers and yellow rosesStretched as far as the horizonSun gleaming on my black armsAnd big, country houseNot a lynched bodyHung from the low branches of a poplar treeOr blooded fields of cottonDrying the soil ofContinue reading “Dreams”