Of Dust

October 27, 2009
By silverblood BRONZE, Hutchinson, Kansas
silverblood BRONZE, Hutchinson, Kansas
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Dust the air and dust the sky
Dust the masses passing by
It too is in the air
The heaviness of great despair

They turn away from my box
Full of pages, the holy book
Every day on doors I knock
Seeing sinners in cracks and nooks

I would ask why another day
But in this way I abide
For all the sorrowful souls have died
Dust the air and dust the sky

The author's comments:
This was written for American Literature class as a poem of a historical situation. I choose a missionary selling bibles during the great depression.

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