Life's full of complexities, never knowing how or fully understanding <br /> the reasons for mere existence. There must be a purpose. <br /> sh!-sh! hush I tell ya, don't say a wurd, membah naw, id whut'n me who tole. <br /> all I know iz whut dey tell me, an' dey tell me de gal had dat chile <br /> ova 30 yez ole', an' a prittie lil' thang yeh, as prittie as can be. <br /> naw whay he be, I don' know. say he took 'um a wife, lef long time ago. <br /> whut I du know iz, whuts done iz done. babie jane bone, claim de <br /> granmammy, an whut she nuw. <br /> naw de bed been laid in an' id done maid, an' de stakes stackd high, <br /> a prittie price been paid. <br /> but id ain' nut'n nuw, dis stuff heh so ole' as gole, membah de storie <br /> tole back in Beulah, up de hill on massa Kendrik's ole' place, fo' our <br /> airs wuz free. massa, de missus, an' de in law maid tree, dats haw babie lou got tu be. <br /> but id don' much maddah no mo', cept'n doez who care tu know. cuz anutha <br /> seed been planit, an' de root done sprawdid intu a beaudiful flawless tree. done blossum intu full matuidy. du tu de impahfeckon of ids <br /> nadive kin, an' dats de nakid truth. <br /> an' de tree haz rizen an' id shall rize agin' an' agin'. az long az Gawd be <br /> ids creadah. cuz widout Gawd de Fawtha, no man, no lan', no islan', <br /> an' no seed tu plant a tree, wud eva eggzis tu be.<br /><br />Amelia A. Allen-Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roots-of-a-tree/
