The Gospel Truth
Caroline reads an excerpt from The Gospel Truth for World Read Aloud Day 2015.
According to Phoebe
I collect words.
Some come from Mr. Cooke's lessons,
big words about the big world:
I feel smart knowing the words,
even if I know nothing about anything
beyond Whitehaven's fences.
Some come from Master's newspapers.
Small words ripped out,
saved from being twisted and burned in his fireplace:
Some I just sound out in my head myself.
But they's all mine.
I keep them hidden in the pages of Miss Tessa's old speller.
Bury it deep inside the hollow trunk
standing a mile or two inside the woods.
'Cause a slave can't have words.
But I do.
I got both,
buried deep in the hollow part of me.