Entry 18: The Incredible Story of Griselda, A Migrant Farm Worker
I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you’ll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
-Pastures of Plenty, Woody Guthrie
Griselda left, as many of them do.