Fo'ty acres jes' fo' me! And freedom in mah soul! Great pines lickin' up de sky, Hickories too and oaks so high, And freedom in mah soul! I can see it jes' as plain As if it all was done now. Fo'ty acres, mule an' plow -- Cabin big enuf fo' foah, Garden fo' mah own front do', And freedom in mah soul! Den we gotta dig a well Deep, so she'll be plenty cool, Next we're goin' to raise a church, And den, we'll build a school. Lawd, if dis ain't jes' too grand, Led us straight to de promised land, Freedom in mah soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST by ANACREON OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHEN TIME WAS YOUNG by SARITA HOLT BROWNLEE THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |