Rough Hands Sow Seeds MAG

April 21, 2010
By CourtneyJ GOLD, Columbia, South Carolina
CourtneyJ GOLD, Columbia, South Carolina
17 articles 11 photos 7 comments

Rough
Calloused hands
Carved the traditions
The culture through my veins
Wrote my name centuries
Before me
My birth
Beat the drums
Danced in unison
Raised their hands to the heavens
Grabbed stars
Whispered words softly
In a dialect I do not understand
But through them
They weaved it into my mind
Stored sacred visions into my heart
Lit a roaring fire in my soul
Braided my hair with fingers
That endured every obstacle
Planted seeds into the moist soil
Then watched it flourish
For their path of life
Reborn me
Rough hands



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Marie said...
on May. 13 2010 at 9:12 pm
Powerful and descriptive. Good Work

on May. 12 2010 at 10:52 pm
Tiffanie_ SILVER, Sedro-woolley, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
Do not tell me the sky is the limit. Because there are footprints on the moon

I love this one!!




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