The Grapes of Wrath

Here is the family of Tom Joad
Their lives packed in truck-load
Traveling to a far away land in the west
They’re not on the move, but on a quest

Their eyes fill with dust and dirt
Their mouths empty, their bodies hurt
Have to keep going, no matter the cost
Dying souls of the living soon join the lost

Finally they arrive to the promised land
Plenty of fruits there to pick by hand
The storm soon drives them up the hill
A way to survive only needs a will

The story ends with saving a stranger
They beat the wrath and all the danger
Grapes of Wrath make a poisonous wine
Just drink it slowly and it will all be fine.

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 05/22/19

Based on The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Writer’s Digest | Poetry Prompt

“For today’s prompt, pick a writer (any writer), make him or her the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. The poem can be about the writer. Or it can play around with subjects, themes, and characters from their writing. Get creative with it!”