on our farm,I made a  playhouse,out of old wooden grates, its a place to ponder about,the food  I haven't ate, when mama is in the kitchen,her meals  are light as a feather, but if there's nothing in the pantry to fix,how good a cook she is, really doesn't matter. preacher joe and his wife millie, are aware of our family's plight,they both prepare church cooked meals for all,who are hungrt in the town, so that their stomachs, don't growl in hunger, before they go to sleep at night,sometimes when I go to school, to get some learning, at home is an empty fridge  cup plate, have to put my head down, on the desk, because hungry keeps striking me  with crossed eyes like a coiled up snake, no one can see my hungry, but its always there, and I pray to the LORD above ,that the people in WASHINGTON who hold power over everybody's life, will open their eyes, and really help the voters, in the NATION,and stop pretending  they really care ,and causing food shortage strife