Sunrise Over The Cotton Field
20 July, 2004
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


I stand on the edge of the cotton field
Looking towards the early morning sun
Listening to the mockingbirds sing

The morning mist hangs slightly above
I look at the white and pink flowers
How they stand out from the deep green

I can't help but think of long ago past
And the people who tended these fields
Picturing them there in haze of my mind's eye

I look out across the field, over near to the trees,
I see three deer standing there looking back at me
They seem knowing somehow, I am nothing to fear

We stand and all stare at each other a while
Only movement is their ears, listening
And my hair gently blowing in the breeze

One turns to go and the others slowly follow
One lingers, then with a knowing nod, it too, turns away
He disappears into the trees, as the mist lifts and fades

I stand on the edge of the cotton field
Looking towards the morning sun
I smile and breath deep, then I too slowly, turn to leave


Comments on this poem/writing:

Ben Laney ( -- Tuesday, July 20 2004, 10:30 pm

From a former cotton picker....

Dreamer, as a former cotton picker, I must thank you for picturing a beautiful scene of a cotton field in the morning. You bring it alive and vibrant with this word painting. Very poetic choice of imagery. Thanks again! Best Regards,Ben
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