Dirt Floor Poor

Riley thought back on years gone by

& life in Southern cotton fields

He got up before dawn

& worked to pitch dark, that struggle was real

He never said a bitter word about when

his fingers got callouses or bled

or about how his family was

nearly dirt floor poor,

& barely had enough to stay fed,

or how for heat all they had

was a borrowed wood burning stove,

& they had rag blankets for their beds

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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