Martin Luther King - Our God is Marching On
Original Prose: My dear and abiding friends, Ralph Abernathy, and to all of the distinguished Americans seated here on the rostrum, my friends and co-workers of the state of Alabama, and to all of the freedom-loving people who have assembled here this afternoon from all over our nation and from all over the world: Last Sunday, more than eight thousand of us started on a mighty walk from Selma, Alabama. We have walked through desolate valleys and across the trying hills. We have walked on meandering highways and rested our bodies on rocky byways. Some of our faces are burned from the outpourings of the sweltering sun. Some have literally slept in the mud. We have been drenched by the rains. [Audience:] (Speak) Our bodies are tired and our feet are somewhat sore.
Parallel Poem:
My dear and abiding friends
Markeisha Martin,
to all my wonderful co-workers here today
Last Month, our student learning have increased
all the hard work that we put them through have really paid off
all the math, reading, science, social study, and snack time
we shall finish our journey!
Found Poem:
My dear and abiding friends
Ralph Abernathy,
to all my distinguished co-workers of Alabama
Last Sunday, More than eight thousand walked from Salma, Alabama
walked through valleys, over hills, highways, and byways
our tried bodies and sore feet