If trees could talk, I wonder what they’d say
Met an old man on the road late afternoon
Hat pulled over to shade his eyes
Jacket slumped over his shoulders
He told me “Girl, my hands seen more than all them books they got at Tuskegee”
Smiled at me, half waved his hand, walked on down the dusty road
Met an old woman with a corncob pipe, sitting and rocking, on a spring evening
“Sister” she called to me, “Let me tell you, my feet seen more than yo eyes ever gonna rеad”
I smiled at her and kept on moving, gavе it a thought and went back to the porch
“I say gal” she called down, “you a student at the institute? Better come here and study these feet, I’m gonna cut a bunion off soons I gets up”
I looked at her, she laughed at me
If trees would talk, I wonder what they’d tell me