Like that of the ... (Ch.16 - 19) (C)

Like that of the bugs
I would find myself in cluster
Filled with fear and sadness

Like that of the pigs
I would find myself in shelter
Finding a place to huddle for warmth

Like that of the men
I would find myself toward fire
Gathering toward the source of hope

Like that of the drinking preacher
I would gaze ahead the horizon
Drinking the liquor filled with illusions

Like that of the World
I would shroud myself with words of hope
Only to hide the dusts and canyons



Source:
Steinbeck, John. The Grapes of Wrath. New York: Viking, 1939. Print.