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For ten years our little patch of land has been a piece of red clay that bakes hard in the sun.

That cracks under footsteps. That can’t hold most tender roots while they probe deep and wide for their source.

Don Defenbach would laugh to himself when he saw me toil in the dirt and creep to the fence, a wandering hollyhock.

He told me of the nature of the soil, the decades of sun up sun down work, put in between him and Faye. They built their house, they laid every brick.

” …laid every brick.” They knew every neighbor and watched them grow. Watched our house be built too, they hauled every stone for both our houses.

“One truckload at a time. From a boulder blocking the road at Keystone Lake.”

He busted down with a five pound sledge. One truck load at a time. Theirs used to be a house like ours.

“All of this section belonged to Kay and Larry’s family. They built your house for their mother. The woods still belong to them.”

Larry walks the woods night and day, Larry believes we are not alone in the universe.

“The soil is hard here and we worked it hard every day, every year.” Don’s voice was quiet you had to stand close to the fence to hear.

His Hollyhock back was knotted and bent, heavy with his yield. Don stepped carefully; slowly he moved the earth.

“Ours used to be a little shack like yours. We built all of this ourselves. Me and Faye. The house took one year, after we saved the money. We lived in a camper while we worked. With our own hands we built all of this, with our eyes we watched it grow.”

Sun up sun down.

Alex in A Sea of Flowers

When they were gone their house was flooded by a sea of daffodil, snotwart, iris, peonies, poppies, roses, hollyhock, yucca, indian paint brush, and baby’s breath.

You could smell the sage all summer. The beauty of their legacy, a garden returning to nature.

-C. McLerran

Literary Editor
Casey McLerran is the Literary Editor at the Black Wall Street Times. She is a Sooner State transplant from Forest Hills, NY. McLerran arrived in Oklahoma at the age of three shortly after gentrification displaced her and her family out of their home in New York. At first glance, many think they have McLerran figured out. To be frank, she’s a biracial American young woman that unapologetically embraces her half-African identity — a feminist-womanist she is. Her pen operates as her voice as well as her sword. Her accolades include the 2018 Rural Oklahoma Poetry Museum’s Oklahoma Poem Award, a business management degree, and her three beautiful children. Her objective with the Black Wall Street Times is to elevate and amplify the literary art of modern black American culture, pay tribute to African-American literary trailblazers, all while simultaneously linking and introducing children to the world of colorful American writers.

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