Eight-line Poems

Dust

Dust

In 1930 the earth rose against us,
the dirt piled in storm clouds to the skies,
falling in the dry rain of drought,
our homes choked with dust creeping,
and fields beneath the dunes of desperation,
as poverty swallowed all hope.

Out in the Oklahoma panhandle
houses still cower from the wind.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 10.17.22
Prompt: As per illustration.