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The Sound of Everything_part8

City Walls

Wind crawls through the doorway where the hinges died,
Boards curl upward like a tongue long dried,
I stand in the yard where the wheat once grew,
Now nothing but dust and a memory or two.
The well’s gone bitter, just a hole in the ground,
And the porch steps groan with a hollow sound,
Mama’s apron hangs where the sunlight broke,
Now it flaps like a ghost in a dust-storm choke.

Oklahoma hollow dust, you took our home away,
Left us standin in the barrel of a dying day,
But we walk on proud though the world won’t see,
Exiles with dignity, blowin free.
No roots to hold, no tears to trust,
Only the road ahead and the hollow dust.

Daddy’s plow lies twisted where the soil gave in,
We prayed for rain but it never came again,
The storm clouds rose with their blackened grin,
And turned good earth into a world of sin.
We packed our hopes in a rust-red Ford,
Left behind the bible Daddy once adored,
And as the wind scraped words we couldn’t say,
We drove toward nothing but a stranger’s day.

Oklahoma hollow dust, you took our home away,
Left us standin in the barrel of a dying day,
But we walk on proud though the world won’t see,
Exiles with dignity, blowin free.
No roots to hold, no tears to trust,
Only the road ahead and the hollow dust.

And the wind keeps hummin that locust song,
Tellin us none of us ever stayed long,
Just travelers marked by the storms we faced,
Carryin the Dust Bowl in the lines we traced.

Oklahoma hollow dust, you took our home away,
Left us standin in the barrel of a dying day,
But we walk on proud though the world won’t see,
Exiles with dignity, blowin free.
No roots to hold, no tears to trust,
Only the road ahead and the hollow dust.

Jugo de Tomate

Manal

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