It was the time of
Freedom Riders and lynchings
Selma and civil rights
lunch counters and bus strikes
It was my journey to
Georgia in a Karman Ghia
baby on board
a bag of fruit and 25 dollars
It was a postcard of
sleepy towns
whites only water fountains
cabins in the piney woods
It was kindness from
long haul truckers
small town waitresses
breakfasts of bacon and grits
for this New England girl
a strange new world...
