American Proof

Rugged clothes hung simply on their shadowed souls, uncertainty and concern masking their faces They stand to show us-- Show us the hardships of their time, A rough log house, yet appreciated like the dawn of a new day. Almost all hope extinguished, washed down the drain, But- a little fire still twinkles; it shines behind their cold-cut faces, like a candle cloaked by a sheet. An oil lamp oil sets perched on the side of the house, a blanket draped lazily across the side. These people marched on no matter what the challenge, they were skinny bulls in a bull fight, The Great depression changed people, but they are American proof of living, no surviving a time that never should have been.