The Land And The Soul

From my point of view, grandma was my pillar of love and strength
Mother was a faithful wife, a loving homemaker, and a good hairdresser
Daddy was a breadwinner, versatile entrepreneur, and plantation manager
Jack, given to me when just a puppy, grew up to be the smartest dog all around
My siblings and i, always fed, clothed, and sheltered, were happy and secure

In the land of cotton and corn, we worked hard in the sun and prayed for rain, not only because the crops needed the water, but because we needed a break from the heat of the sun. In the land of heat and humidity, we went to school each day hoping to improve. In the land of rich man poor man, we ate our beans, greens, and black-eyed peas. In the land of plantations, share croppers, cheap labor, and hay fields, we survived in the land of inequality, people got in touch with their souls, and salvation appeared

Though this land was indeed a valley of decision for those contemplating a better life in our daily grind of manual labor, we gained skills in the school of hard knocks. A brighter future belonged to those willing to pick their peek and keep climbing. There were mountains of opportunity even then for those who dared to dream. This was indeed the valley of decision for those contemplating a better life

With the aid of grandma and mama, daddy and jack, and all my siblings,
With faith in god and the family bond, with courage, though money none,
I rose above the things which desired to keep me down, and hold me back

No matter where you started or where you are, a star awaits to take you far
You must know indeed where it is you wish to go, and what it is that you seek
It’s not only the land, nor yet the people, that make you feel feeble and weak

Consider the raging battle within is what you must do
I tell you, that you must also conquer what’s within you
Yes, you must get in touch with your soul and your maker too

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Utopia, the ideal family portrait complete with a dog, yet so much left to be desired. Very well said.

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