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.
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