Okie poet society, a poem.

Red Dirt Poetry. By Okie beyond borders Dusty winds whistled about Through the baren leafless trees. The rusty sandpaper sky hung over the horizon like a theater backdrop As if In a John Steinbeck novel. Shuffling and searching in the foreground for whatever meager sustenance there possibly could be Were silhouettes of three searchers. Billy,Continue reading “Okie poet society, a poem.”

Immigrants not on the Mother Road.

Today in history. On Saturday March 8, 1941 they left their homeland to explore new territories with the hope for a better and prosperous life. Leaving behind a homeland ravaged by depression and drought. It was a major decision to leave family and friends in order to explore new worlds. Never the less the decisionContinue reading “Immigrants not on the Mother Road.”

They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.

They were third-world immigrants. Immigrants now leaving a life of hardship and primitive living behind. But not knowing what lies ahead. But anyway they are leaving a life with No running water, cooking on a wood burning stove, and a crudely built outhouse. Farming in rural southern Oklahoma was almost impossible. Farming was with anContinue reading “They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.”