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...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD MOUNT AGASSIZ by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 26 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO MR. SYME WITH A DOZEN OF PORTER by ROBERT BURNS QUEEN MARY AT FOTHERINGAY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR AT BEETHOVEN'S FUNERAL by IGNAZ FRANZ CASTELLI |