On a summer night
The dust settles as she stops sweeping and all is as it was.
"Lord, send my a sign
Please Lord, don't let them catch me and take me back to face my masters whip."
Trust me to protect you, child.
I set the North Star in the heavens and I mean for you to be free.
Don't let my journey end here.
Fly, Harriet. Your faith has wings.
She rises and moves on.
By moonlight, she marches on,
She makes a station along the Underground Railroad that slaves travel to freedom
And Harriet goes to church
The Lord says Harriet, be the Moses of your people
Risking her own life, Harriet returns to the dreaded South to rescues her family.
Clear to Canada.
This was really good! It summed up the story while at the same time was really personal!
ReplyDeleteI really liked this one! Great job! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this poem, Taryn. I appreciate that you included the bit about her sweeping the yard. This is such an ordinary act, and it stands in sharp oppostion to the extraordinary acts that would define her life.
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