I am an Echinacea What Flower Are You?

~ Wendell Berry ~

The Real Work

 

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

 

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

 

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

 

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

 

 

~ Wendell Berry ~

Dorthea Lange Project

I have not added anything for over a month. That surprises me since I was diligent for a good while. I have about seven poems completed on my next book. Dorthea Lange Project that is the working title right now. Trying to put my thoughts and words into this historic photos as I read about the history and think of my parents who lived through that period as a young married couple. I just finished a book called the Weed Patch School to gain incite to the Oakies  that moved to California for that "better life" Below is a poem I construed from words about the depression from several books.

Half a Dance Wages

Ten cents a dance-

That’s what they pay me.

Twenty-five cents an hour

For cotton.

Ten cents a dance-

That’s what they pay me.

One dollar per ton of peaches.

Ten cents a dance-

That’s what they pay me.

Thirty-five cents an hour

For plums.

Ten cents a dance-

That’s what they pay me.

Twenty cents an hour

For potatoes.

Ten men for every job-

I’d settle for five cents

A day.

Gosh, how they weigh me down!