A Drop in the Bucket
by Leslie Noyes
One shard’s sharp clatter
Finally hitting bottom
Way down in the well

No splash forthcoming
Water dried up years ago
Does no good to cry

Keep shoveling dirt
Keep plowing those narrow rows
Keep harvesting naught

I grew up in the Texas panhandle, one of the areas hardest hit by the Dust Bowl. Although that was before my time, I heard many a tale from my grandparents about the dark days when the dirt blew non-stop, filling every nook and cranny and clogging lungs.
Several years ago, a book club I belonged to in Illinois, read the book, The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan. It’s a rather long book filled with firsthand accounts of the Dust Bowl Days, and while I don’t usually indulge in nonfiction, I found this book fascinating.
When the book club members met to discuss The Worst Hard Time I was excited to share my perspectives. One woman, a New Yorker transplanted to Illinois, couldn’t believe that people still live in the Texas and Oklahoma panhandles. I assured her that not only did people still live there, they thrived.

I highly recommend the book. If you read it, let me know what you think.
Peace, people.
This took me back to the songs of Woody Guthrie, young Leslie
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Thank you. It was one of those things that wrote itself.
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It’s a great thing when they fall from the sky like that. Lovely work.
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Thanks.
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