Chinquapin fields yielded more than just rows Of okra, cotton, or tobacco leaves Seventy years ago. A boy with hands Borne to work like shovel and spade resolved To do their task came up from those dirt fields. His heart to the plow there and in school where Among chalk-dusted rows stood a young girl of same age and Spirit, from Monetta. Her fingers formed to play piano keys. Her heart and mind to love the little ones And suffer them to sing the learning songs Back Stitch’d with rhyme and imagination. Together these two were planted, then grew And went out in the world, growing as one.
Mark Botts lives with his wife Rebecca and their three kids in West Virginia, where he serves at Bluefield State University as an Instructor of English.