Poetry, Poverty, Summer

I Got No Home

Today gets me a thinkin’ of my Oklahoma hero, Woody Guthrie ~

Riding trains for a song
Living lonely, lonely miles
Through tough & dirty times

Witnesses to the unholy
Plunder of other’s troves
For a penny or a dime
Writing stories from
Ordinary people

Working our fields of bounty
Too close to ignore

Shutting my eyes to hear
We are gathered by the river
Singing Woody’s songs

Seeing

Singing hearts sparkle
With mighty

Hope

Making the unthinkable

Visible

Passing the Walmart corner parking lot
White stones form a fence along the road
Seats offered by massive rock boulders
A hungry American family stands
Children lay
Folded in their mother’s arms

Holding a sign of our times ~

NO FOOD ~ Please Help …..

We need a Woody Guthrie song!

Song Lyrics – Poetry

i ain’t got nobody
ain’t nobody got me
i’m just like a little apple
hangin’ on the tree
don’t nobody want me
i can plainly see
i ain’t got nobody
and ain’t nobody got me

i ain’t got nobody
ain’t nobody got me
i’m just like a chunk of wood
floatin’ on the sea
don’t nobody want me
i can plainly see
i ain’t got nobody
and ain’t nobody got me

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