We live in a time of environmental challenges and my poem is about one such traumatic occurrence. During the 1930s, the Dust Bowl drove hundreds of millions from their homes. My father's family was one of them. According to Doyle Rice of USA Today, this was one of the top environmental catastrophes in world history. It is difficult to imagine but in a single year, more than 850 million tons of topsoil blew away. 80% of the United States was in a drought.
I've entitled this poem, Tomorrow?