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A New Beginning


I may be a burden on Western life, so what!. I was forced here. You think i came here by choice? I appear as an awaken roam of ruthless dark clouds. Clouds that cover the light twinkling in your eyes. I leave you with no escape, but to see the damage created. I move hard and fast, burying everything you've ever owned and created. I stump over houses, breaking them down and hiding them. I move with a speed so fast, that my 60 mile per hour blows; are like little propelled bullets attacking what's not covered. But hey, through all this I serve a purpose. I ask you, notto scrutinize me in all the bad you see of me, but to open your eyes, and see the obscure beginnings of a great transformation. See i bury what's been done wrong. I wipe out the mistake impacting earth, and I leave you a clean one behind for mankind to start over. However, bare this in mind. I am not your friend, nor your enemy, but a part of nature in the circle of life. I got to where i am summoned. So be careful, be wise, don't make me come and terrorize. For I, yes I am the almighty powerful Dust Bowl. By: Mychella Griffen
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Mychella G
This poem was inspired from a great impact in the 1930's shortly after the Great Depression. I wrote this potray a different meaning in the hardships people in sociey face. It's something that we should all think about. No matter the pain and struggles were hit with, there is always a greater reason behind it. itd just up to you, to dteremine the meaning! I hope you guys enjoy this poem(:

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