Over Parshington, a white stroke flew <br />Carrying a baby to where Africa grew <br />He was taken to a vast family of six <br />A family of black and white all a mix <br />He grew up in dearth, beginning by birth <br />But nothing stopped him ever, being a blissful mirth <br />He tilled the soil and asked for toil <br />And lived in grains forgetting his pains <br />He prized his time and saved his dime <br />And lived a life worth greater than words <br /> <br />Over Parshington, a white stroke flew <br />Carrying a baby where Africa grew <br />In looks he was poor, but inside he was pure <br />He was worthy of every touch <br />And worthy of the lot much <br />He lives a life of pleasure <br />Having love as his biggest treasure <br /> <br />Over Parshington, a white stroke flew <br />Carrying a baby where Africa grew <br /> <br />OCTOBER 10,2008<br /><br />sania harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blissful-life/
