When I composed this little book
So many years ago,
A stir began in many hearts
As in them my words sowed.
I saw the horror of the slave,
The life they shouldn’t lead.
And in my soul I realized
Their ever pressing need.
I wrote a picture of their pain,
I penned their songs of hurt.
Little did I even know
The power of written word.
When I composed this little book
So many years ago,
A stir began in many hearts
As in them my words sowed.
Yep, it's that time again. Time for history extra credit. I hope he gives me the points I need!
3 comments:
I HOPE HE DOES TO!!!!!!!!!
I NEVER liked that book
Coleman: :)
J.N.: Me neither.
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