I am bored so why not share my poem I had to wirte this week for english. We had to write a poem based on a picture, but since I had to turn in the picture, all you need to know is that this takes place during the dust bowl. Nir Levy January 24, 2005 8C, of Mice and Men Unit Not Much Left I stare into the emptiness that was once so full of life. I must care for my two children without a loving wife. An endless span of worthless land is almost all thats left. Perhaps there is no future here; nothing but Gods theft. Why did God steal my farm leaving it as dirt and mud? My car is now my prized possession and my land is just a dud. What aches me is not my dieing land, but the kids that beg to live and that the seeds that beg to drink but I have nothing to give and nothing to provide. What can the future hold for an old man like me? All that matters is lost, turned into debris.
