Saturday, April 30, 2011

Daybreak In Alabama

When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.

I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes

Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama. 

-Langston Hughes

I am profoundly grateful for the safety of my friends and loved ones in the wake of this week's storms, and deeply touched by the hearts of the people of the State of Alabama.

If you choose to donate to relief efforts, I recommend Toomer's For Tuscaloosa. The same spirit that gave birth to Tide for Toomer's during Auburn's tree crisis brought forth an immediate response to T-Town's troubles by the Tigers.

I am so darn proud to live here.

Love from Delta.

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