Look at the white-columned mansions
surrounded by rolling hills of soft
blue hued grass.

Look at the white board fences and quarried rock walls that hold in sleek
horses that run fast
Behind the shadows of lovely things
such as sunlit soft blue grass.

There are those
Who built the beautiful mansions
painted the snow white fences
and stacked the rocks

Who groomed the horses, cleaned the stables
and waited the tables
Who planted the tobacco and mowed the hay
Who shucked the corn and slopped the
pigs at the end of the day

Who cut the wood to keep the big manses warm
Who cried with love the day that lil white
Child was born

Who washed and ironed clothes until they
were ready to drop and then walked five
miles home to tend their own

Who dug the graves to bury the white dead
then stood in the blue grass with a
lowered head?

Who were the shadows attached to them,
Who laid full claim to the Kentucky Land
Like the Black seeds beneath the
world of the planted blue grass,
They were the common roots
of this pastoral past.

Seeds like shadows are always there - silent!
Blue grass history in books pass them by
but the mansions, fences and land
witness their muted cry

Black seeds in the Blue grass