Sunday, February 26, 2017


"An Afternoon Folly"

When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
I saw them come down red hills to their camps
dyed with red dust from old Ishkooda mines.
Night after night I met them on the roads,
or on the streets in town I caught their glance;
the swing of dinner buckets in their hands,
and grumbling undermining all their words.

I also lived in low cotton country
where moonlight hovered over ripe haystacks,
or stumps of trees, and croppers’ rotting shacks
with famine, terror, flood, and plague near by;
where sentiment and hatred still held sway
and only bitter land was washed away.
~Margaret Walker~

Created for a challenge at Take A Word.


  1. They look lost in childhood fun and freedom - a most charming collage!

  2. A wonderful fun scene, the children seem to be enjoying themselves a lot.

  3. Adorable children and a wonderful background and the poem is a beautiful heart touching gem.

  4. The scene is bucolic, and Walker's poem is a touching snippet of low country life once upon a time. Thank you for sharing, Stacy.

  5. Love the poem and always. Your digital art is so very Special the way you do it.
    You should write a children's Fairy tale book. Including your pictures. And your poems you enter.

  6. Lovely scenery and children from the old days charm.

  7. Fabulous piece and poetry love this


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