(inspired by Karen Hesse)
The fields have been decimated by dust
The sky remains dry, farmers hope for rain
The lack of wheat causes financial strain
The dirt stalks through town leaving a hard crust
Trees look sickly, branches crumble like rust
Pretty soon there won't be anymore grain
Families move west, but some still remain
Pa watches the weakened crops with disgust
Ma's mood is sullen, darker than a crow
My only happiness comes from the band
Playing fierce piano is what i know
Until that accident messed up my hand
Ma's death and skin cancer, fill Pa with woe
I've got to get out, I must make a plan.
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7 comments:
Evelyn,
Quite the story here.
Pamela
Intense story in that poem--sad but packs a punch! Great rhyme and flow. Well done!
It's about The Dust Bowl that happened in the early 1930s.
I loved that book! And this poem! I loved the line about the mood being "darker than a crow," good work!
I love books full of poetry that tell a story like Out of the Dust. I would love to write a book like that.
Look out for those threshers...
Nicely done.
"Fierce piano" is a really vivid phrase.
I remember teaching Out of the Dust to a class of 7th graders years ago. Such a powerful story. I really like how you worked it into your poem.
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