Category: Poetry
Oh! my mighty love, for my people, friends, But there’s a certain class of us that our minds doesn’t blend, Though we’ve fought many a battle and it seems we’ve always won, But we’ll be greater when the “Star of Liberia” shines like the sun. I have sat and dreamed and to come...
My wife, oh! my wife, Was taught that game of cooking Some time early in her life. Its just as easy For her to cook a good meal As it is for you to ride In an automobile. It see...
3. Part 3Two gray heads bowed in tears, Above hung memories of wasted years, For once they were young with the blessings of health. They sought not happiness, righteousness nor wealth, B...
4. Part 4Good bye, honey bee, you gathered from me Honey the whole summer long, But autumn’s here to take me home. Now I’ll lose the sound of your song, But go to your nest And dream of...
1. Part 1Oh! my mighty love, for my people, friends, But there’s a certain class of us that our minds doesn’t blend, Though we’ve fought many a battle and it seems we’ve always won, But...
5. Part 5Raifield, yo aks like a ole time barh Round heah a studen al in despah; No Ise humin tu de air. Stah clean awafum dat pot uv mine, Caus when dah’s wok yo’s hard tu find. Well, s...