By Gypsie Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to April’s Batch of Virtual Poetorium Poetry Prompt Photo Provided by Paul Szlosek
There is a house
way down that hill
People live there still
In that house
you were born
While I was shucking corn
You came to me
and stayed with me
Like fruit upon the tree
Your pa and me
on bended knee
Worked late into the eve
We did not know
how could we know
The hand that God would show
At ten years old
you were deemed a man
The foreman with cuffs he clad
Your wrists behind your back
pa fought to get you free – I cried
We’ll get you back some day my son
I didn’t know then
that I lied.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Great poem, Gypsie! I’m so honored that my photo prompt helped to inspire it!
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Your photo prompts and the support you provide are wonderful and greatly appreciated. 😀
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Thank you for your great prompts and your wonderful support Paul! 😊🙏😊
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This is a really moving poem, Ami. Beautiful write.
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Thank you Sunra! 😊
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