Black Poke Seed — A Poem for Spring

Is this the land that welcomes all, but where few stop and stay?
The land that’s covered with thick, Black dirt, and where few seeds find their way?

Why, yes, this is the infamous land along the Mississippi River shores
Where many seeds do grow and find their way in this thick, Black, fertile soil

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Author of Everyday Prayers for Servant Leaders and Montongo Roads #WEOC Rural woman who writes.

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Andrea D. Price

Andrea D. Price

Author of Everyday Prayers for Servant Leaders and Montongo Roads #WEOC Rural woman who writes.

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