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I remember when there were sugar beets grown in eastern

Washington, esp. during WWII when I was a little kid - apparently there was a problem getting cane sugar from Cuba and Hawaii and other places where it had to be shipped in to the USA. Still, it's spooky to see those big empty buildings that used to be "alive" with people and activity. Your poem really touched on the lonesome mood.

posted by Pat_B on March 18, 2014 at 4:10 AM | link to this | reply

A main source of sugar here Jay. I suppose it is never suitable for cane. Also sugar seems to have become a no, no, product. Good imagination here, for some work was life.

Not so long ago when a working man retired he did not have much to look foward to and boredom is a killer.

posted by C_C_T on March 18, 2014 at 12:25 AM | link to this | reply

I am so in tune with anyone working the graveyard shift at any job because I did it for so many years as a nurse.  That's why I'm sitting here typing at 0100.

posted by TAPS. on March 17, 2014 at 10:47 PM | link to this | reply

The stories that those factories and the people who worked there could tell...

posted by FormerStudentIntern on March 17, 2014 at 5:06 PM | link to this | reply

Utah

Another excellent poem! Having said that, conditions change, and regrettable though it may be, in a world ever more interconnected some industries can no longer compete with what trade brings in...

posted by Nautikos on March 17, 2014 at 4:41 PM | link to this | reply

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