Centuries ago, many walked this road,
slaves seeking freedom from the chains of their abusive owners. You can feel the ghosts of the men and women that wished to not be owned in the soil of the Freedom Road. Their prayers with every step, taken during the dead of night. Constantly fearing being found in the escape of the captive life. Their sweat of fear paved the Freedom Road. Encoding symbols like a puzzle to arrive home to home. Hoping the persons could be trusted for food and rest before continuing the journey through the Freedom Road. The pain is endured by being cramped from walking at night, hauled in a boat. Taken away by the feel of the glowing Promise Land paved by the freedom Road. July 20, 2020 © Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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