True Blue

Diary Of A Slave Dale Smerglia Dear God, ‘If I have my ticket, Lord, can I ride?’ My bones are weakening, as is my hope. I overheard Master Tolbert speaking to a man, and I have been a slave for over 40 years. Can I have my ticket Lord, please? It could be worse; I could still be a field slave. Now that my legs and arms are weak, Master Tolbert allowed for me to become …

…few weeks and wants me to come, but my day of freedom is near, so I told him I would stay on the plantation. ‘You must have your ticket stamped bright and clear Train is coming, she is drawing near.’ Well I will retire to bed in hope that I do not awake. I thank God for looking after me today and pray for my son’s safety. Good night, and good faith. Dale Smerglia