A Sense of Place, A Sense of Home
Al Joad: Ain't you gonna look back, Ma? Give the ol'place a last look?
Ma Joad: We're going to California, aint't we. All right then let's go to California.
Al Joad: That don't sound like you Ma. You never was like that before.
Ma Joad: I never had my house pushed over before. Never had my family stuck out on the road. Never had to lose everything I had in life.
-- from "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck
Al Joad: Ain't you gonna look back, Ma? Give the ol'place a last look?
Ma Joad: We're going to California, aint't we. All right then let's go to California.
Al Joad: That don't sound like you Ma. You never was like that before.
Ma Joad: I never had my house pushed over before. Never had my family stuck out on the road. Never had to lose everything I had in life.
-- from "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck
Highway 99
99 you know me
you became part of my life
and I yours at a young age
we meant very early in the morning of my leaving
before the sun had risen
the air still chilly, crisp and quivering sadly
as the move and the separating from this "place" begins
the essence and fond memories leave my mind and moves deeply into my soul
... it's oddly still and quit at this moment
my feet lifted and then separated from this familar soil
the sound of the motor, the door's final close,
the tires slowly began rotating off-center heading south
we're entering the portal, merging into your flow of history, now ours
along with the joad’s, the tomatoes, the walnuts and cotton
for your part in this moment of my transformation
I forgive you
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