![](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwACklcy3xc/SQJ8Gehyx3I/AAAAAAAAALA/rZmcwlkx3xA/s400/oakie_family.jpg)
the wheel turns again
times past become times future
children cry, hunger
---
hunger and shame mix
babies cry and beg for home...
can't go home again
-
gramma's memories sharp
backstep begging men given
corn pone, pot liquor
-
oh mama
santa brought me an orange
what a wonderful christmas
---
From Nashville to Butte,
dust clouds erased the sun,
buried us in dark
-
Hoover sent soldiers
to burn our shantytowns down
and leave us homeless
---
cruel paradox:
we flee from dust to plenty
to suffer again
no one knows us here
there is nowhere else to go
what would mother do?
---
Mother, deep in thought.
Deeply furrowed brows, pursed lips.
What will come of us?