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.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
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.
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