Sharecropper’s Son

He was born in a log cabin

in nineteen hundred & ten

He lived there as an infant & then

He grew up on a sharecropper’s farm,

a sharecropper’s wage never stretched very far,

He was a child with a heart of iron & grit

never complained, not a single bit

He had a great work ethic,

took any job he could get, 

worked even when he was sick,

It also didn’t hurt that he was smart as a whip

At the end of the day, all his slaving away,

lifted his family out of poverty’s grip

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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