Through the field

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through the field, past the briers and blackberry bushes
down where the pines overtook the landscape,
by a pond where the stench of still water lingered in
the breeze, This doesn't need to stand alone. Consider attaching this line to the last one. The first couple stanzas feel bogged down by description without ever getting to the point. It loses momentum for me fairly quickly.

a wooden structure stood about eleven feet high.
three eight by twelve foot railroad tie's made the
device, two ties about twelve feet apart and one You used "tie" in the previous line.
resting on top of them,

The thick hemp rope directly in the center of the
beam above head, lap'd over a few times and tied
off, the noose hanging two foot downward Two feet?

There was a old beaten stool made of oak propped
against the side of one tie, The imagery so far isn't drawing me in. I already know what a noose looks like. The description is somewhat typical.

The sun was blazing in the distance as the voices
grew louder with there heckling, "There" should be "their."

Some men were so enthusiastic, they danced around
the structure, hollering. The hollering was as a language Omit "as" and considering reworking some of these lines to cut back on unnecessary words. Just an example, but "Men so enthusiastic, they danced and hollered" flows a bit better.
of its own, echoing through the pines and terrain What does this "language" sound like? Let us hear it.

The man caught, he was a negro who stole a chicken.
Earlier that day He had a trial and was found guilty, Why is "he" capitalized?
he had plead to those few around the courthouse
"let me be freed" he said as he was being taken out
as men began to shout, circling him while he waved
his shackled hands upward in prayer I like the internal sound of these couple lines (out/shout, taken/waved), but "prayer" falls short.

The breeze brought about the stagnant water "Brought about" the water? What does that mean?
as they had him stand on the stool
they placed the rope around his shivering body
he screamed out "I don't want to die."

It took about thirty minutes to bring that negro down
to this wasteland and as they kicked the stool out
from his feet, twenty minutes to hang him dead

The title doesn't really work for me. It does all the work of setting the mood for the poem without giving the first couple stanzas a chance to do so. I already know that I'm reading a poem about a hanging and that eliminates the element of surprise that the language should provide. What new or startling thing are you bringing to the table about public lynching that the history books don't teach? This could be a really interesting poem if you condense it a bit and let the imagery tell the story.