Dreaming Life is Fine, Fine as Honeydew Wine…
I was walking down a dusty road toward Flint Creek; I sat on the bridge, muddy water rushing twenty feet below me. I slid with ease off the rough planks into the Creek; I sank to the bottom. I was a motherless child. I broke the muddy water with unrestrained speed, I rose from the dank depths and gasp for air, the second time I emerged I swam to the slippery bank heaved myself onto its clay sides. The water was cold; I wiped tears from my eyes, if it had not been for the Angel I would have died. I cried I am a motherless child.
There beneath the cold muddy water swam an Angel, she smiled shaking her head; go home she spoke softly in my ear, life is not always fair but you have nothing to fear. Still, I was a motherless child. Then, I was at the fork of the road, one lead home the other up the mountain where sheer cliffs towered over the land. I stood there, I scream; I am a motherless child.
I looked around, beneath those gray menacing cliffs I did not die. I had been trying to live since the day I was born; tossed out like yesterdays trash, no one could hear me scream, no one could hear me cry; no one cared if I was a motherless child. I knew that my heart would always call this land home. I prayed that life would be fine; as fine as Honeydew wine! I had lived through those early years, I am a survivor, even though I was a motherless child.
AUTHORS NOTE: FLINT CREEK NEAR THE UNINCORPORATED TOWN OF FLINT IS LOCATED IN MORGAN COUNTY, ALABAMA
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