Dear land,
Please take me back. Oh how I'll love you so. I'll take care of you, I promise. "If [your] dust only wouldn't fly. If [your] top will stay on the soil."(32) I will rotate crops and keep you healthy. I didn't know cotton would "suck all the blood out of [you]."(32)
Please let me produce crops. I need them to survive and provide for my family. "We're half starved now. The kids are hungry all the time. We got no clothes, torn an' ragged."(33)
I've been here forever and I'll be here always. I "had to kill the Indians and drive them away" to stay with you. (33) My son was "born here and he killed weeds and snakes" on this land. (33) See all the good memories we've had together? I was "born on [you]" and I will "[die]" on you. (33)
If you do not produce, my family will have to leave you. I don't want to let you go, but you've been unproductive and the "monster" will come to push me off of you.(34) I'm sorry it has to come to this. Don't worry, I'll "fight to keep" you. (34)
Love,
Grampa
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