THEY DRIVE OLD CARS AND LIVE IN SHACKS THERE LAUGHTER IS CONTAGIOUS YET DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY YEARN FOR THINGS, WITHOUT TORN PAGES? THEIR SKIN IS PARCHED, THE SUN IS HOT THEY HOLD TIN CUPS OF WATER AS I APPROACH, THEY SMILE AND SAY: "MORNIN' BOSS'S DAUGHTER" THESE SIMPLE FOLK, I'VE KNOWN FOR YEARS THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO LOYAL THOUGH WORK IS HARD, I'VE HEARD THEM SAY: "WHAT IS WORK, WITHOUT TOIL?" M. Clary 1963