Mississippi Painter

Give me a thousand threads of your finest Mississippi cotton. 
 A smooth white canvas,
 stretched to the corners of this king sized planting field. 
 
 Plant a seed in the dark and watch those curly head bulbs grow. 
 Sweat drenched labor. 
 Long strokes, brush strokes, let us paint our story this night.
  
           Descendants of the ones who worked this field before us
           Naked field hands moving to the rhythmic beat of African Drums
           Arousing a generation to carry on the work
 

 Please give me a thousand threads of your finest Mississippi Cotton.