A piece of my life 




Through A Riverís Divide

I remember,

as a very young child,

going across the river,

to Louisville, Kentucky

to a theme park

called Fountain Ferry Park,

in the west end, near the river.

As I recall, it was all white,

but I did not realize it

until they

were made to let the “colored people” in.

Where I lived, in New Albany, Indiana,

a mostly white, blue-collar neighborhood

my school was integrated.

I played with children, both black and white.
I had had no idea

they were not allowed

to go to Fountain Ferry Park

until a big ruckus was made

over in Louisville about allowing them in. 

It seemed

that the Ohio River

made a difference

In how

some people

saw each other.

 

It was very odd

to me

how a running river

could stop people

from seeing

clearly.

 

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-24 at 03:11

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a lovely poem well done Kathy. I love it.
2020-07-23


bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully done, especially from the child's perspective. This poem is so relevant for today's world that seems to be evermore divided by mental barriers.
2020-06-28


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Articulated beautifully, with great sincerity and sensitivity to the topic. A grace to have read this poem.
2020-06-24