A day of darkness descends on the barren land.

The  Big Plowup struck pay-dirt. More dirt

less pay.  

No green fields just stinging sand has driven all to  Hooverville no

bonanza.

Throats burn  raw. What they all saw was miles high grit.nature's
Mother at end if wits.

Dust bowl.parched earth .dragging nails across her back
She reared up
Rolled over.
Evened the score.hard
Times made for hard choices.

Then no choice at all.