*Ch16-19 (C)

My point of view is that although these straggling migrants may form communities along their road to California, they will still be competition for each other upon arrival. While they may accommodate for each other even then, the fact remains that the mere presence of others seeking work makes it that much harder to obtain food. Therefore my theme is thus; bad farming, although unrealized, tore down all or most farmers in the Dust Bowl. The survivors of the journey and stay in California will eventually be integrated into it's society.
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Still, upright, a stone sits primly on a hill

A push, a shove, a force; the stone rolls

Down, falling, the hill seems only to recede

A bump, a touch, a force; more stones spill

Thud, impact, they flock yet descent takes a toll

A crash, a bounce, a roll; stones land, bleed

They continue to plummet.


Impact, crumble, stones continue to cascade down

They break, they shatter; new stones damage the fallen

Sweep, roar, air disperses sand - the wind has blown

They spread, they drift; stones no longer still exist

Sand, in time, joins with the rest of the planet.