Poem -
Turned to dust .
It destroyed our livelihood
us and many others .
We had no choice but to migrate
Become refugees in our own country .
In the great stormsĀ
We could keep nothing clean
the great storms wiped away our fields
There was no more green .
The farm no longer paid
The animals had nothing to eat
How simple is dust , But it destroyed us .
- The drought and storms of the 1930's ...
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Comments
I enjoyed reading this little poem. Was like a mini history lesson x
Good morning ! Sorry I've taken a while to reply , It was actually influenced by listening to an album called Dust Bowl Ballads by Woodie Guthrie . I'm glad you enjoyed it and hope you may find some of my other work interesting ! More importantly have a good day and stay safe in these tough times we're living in , Chris X
Oh wow I did not know this. Agreed lovely poem with a history.Ā