deceased now but he used to tell me stories about Montgomery and how the section of land which we live

almost everything used to be farmland he was going to detail about them in the

about the civil rights movement and also how one of the members of the main people inside the party went to our

just in case I'm not cracked I'm here tonight with Booker T Washington High School do I attend and

crater and we had a poetry reading tonight all I can share with my poems because

to do Alabama project last year this is why. Obama's new house down by the river

the river down down down down down by the river Hanky Panky you Boucher Boucher

my brother smells like King Kong Gatsby's Landing that River the same trees that are ancestors

her older brother until he fell down bring her reminder

each branch becoming a lash on his face and reminding her of her ancestors passed

the water Cascades on the Rocks she sees her afloat this pool is

always believed he could fly but she screams climbing down the

the scene banging on the punishing nature for not being mentoring this is a quiet town where the

it screams crying of course of Agony while trees weep unforgiving of their branches that were used for

on the same tree that they use for playing a crow doesn't care about that she took the

her a ride on his back but the river took him to a new home better non-racist

the river that her brother found he said his body submerged she Paints the scene

the trees trees never stop crying thank you for

Storybooth Montgomery

LillieMarie Johnson (Memory of Dad & poem)