Shasta
I have no poem for educated other than this
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Without education,
We'd all be stupid like you
I am not wealthy. Not financially. But is wealth money? Couldn't wealth be family? Happiness? Memories? Wealth is not money. Wealth is memories, welath is life. i am not financially wealthy, but I am
The depression. My oh my. My family was poor - dirt had richer materials than us. We lived in a small cabin with little to our name. We had a big family and our father was the only one to support us. My older brother tried, but he wasn't old enough to work real man job. The economy wasn't going anywhere since it crashed. Such a shame. We could hardly buy food for the table.
I am a little drummer. I sit in the soft, green grass hitting a tan hide covered, hand made drum. Rump, rump, rump. I don't make anything but noise, but it makes me happy. I like being happy. I get up and start marching. I march the way I see them do on TV. I am a little rusty, but I am a drummer in my mind.