A Skinny Migrant Worker Comments

From the dust they shall rise Through the planting again They'll rise And the fruits that seemed lost Will return at all cost and their names shall return As pure

I remember the Grapes of Wrath was the first Steinbeck novel I read when had just left school. I was spellbound from the first paragraph. Your poem does justice to his powerfully drawn expression of man's inhumanity to man. You both source your creativity from the same place methinks... love, Allie xxxx

Very touching. In your mind you have bonded with the plight of this migrant worker. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra