Edisto

The Gullah language is strong here,
Tree branches hang like wedding veils.
The sound of history flows through the haunting woods.

The old spirituals ring through the souls of man,
The spirits call to any listening ear.
The sky turns black with night.

The waters fill the old creeks,
Giving eternal life.
Saving it the grief and pain.

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Robert Maloney, Age 14
Jane Edwards School
Edisto Island, South Carolina
Teacher: Joanna Angell