Blanche Berry

My roots are planted in God’s earth.
My wings extend throughout God’s ether.
My interior is God’s kingdom.

I met my first man in a garden.
He fell easy; it only took a red apple.
I laid the blame on a snake—

Those whom I have called friends,
Whose exchange of thought
Once brought that blessed relief

The ocean’s wide, and I can’t step it;
I love Sam and I can’t help it.
But there ain’t no mule
Had a harder life
Than I
Tryin’ to be Sam’s wife.

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