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!
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