My grandmother gave me this book years ago, I immediately loved it. It's simple poems and pictures give way to the primitive beauty of the words. A first hand account to the times of slaves in poem form.
The Cotton Bloom
The rose has a thousand lovers because
of the delicate grace and perfume,
But lovers for studier reasons give
Their hearts to the cotton bloom
it grows in a dazzling ample land
Of measureless breath and room-
And the wealth of a splendid tropical sun
Dowers this cotton bloom.
And Capitol keeps his eye on the feild
While he hears the hum of the loom,
And his anxious visage glows and pales
At the nod of the cotton bloom!



