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Bad Decade
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2006 Poetry 
It's hard to imagine what they went through,
families living hand to mouth, day by day.
The great depression forcing people to the street,
unable to work and support the ones they loved.
The market crash of '29 turned the worlds' color gray,
with hopes and fortunes turned to mud and dirt.
Begging in the streets or selling pencils from a can,
the things we'll do when there in nothing left to eat.
The southern plains turned dry just like a big desert,
the dust bowl it was called forcing thousands to the west.
No place for them to go but they scurried just like rats,
by carloads and caravans faced to move their entire clan.
Ten plus years past while all were taken to test.
before the tides of war created jobs for all to work.
Sad it was that is what was needed to turn it all around,
celebration delayed before they could throw their hats.
