When I get to be a composer <br />I'm gonna write me some music about <br />Daybreak in Alabama <br />And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it <br />Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist <br />And falling out of heaven like soft dew. <br />I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it <br />And the scent of pine needles <br />And the smell of red clay after rain <br />And long red necks <br />And poppy colored faces <br />And big brown arms <br />And the field daisy eyes <br />Of black and white black white black people <br />And I'm gonna put white hands <br />And black hands and brown and yellow hands <br />And red clay earth hands in it <br />Touching everybody with kind fingers <br />And touching each other natural as dew <br />In that dawn of music when I <br />Get to be a composer <br />And write about daybreak <br />In Alabama.<br /><br />Langston Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-in-alabama/
