Out of Water

It was just another story, my grandmother told I wish I had known, what I've learned since then How the dust from the hills swept over the plains and how months without rain, would change everything. Out of water, had been no worry Until it changed their life, back then, It was how she met the man It is partly her own story It is part of who I am I can see it all so clearly, How they paid a price, so dearly, She was Kansas born and bred, They had built a life securely staking everything they owned on a home, on a life, in the loam. Short of water, was the motto It had changed her life, back then, It was how she met her man It is part of her old memories It is part of who I am On the homestead, growing barley, growing wheat, and corn, and kids Sharing love she had for family but the drought had come instead. No water for their crops, no feed to fill the stock The hardship and the illness And drought upon the hills No coin the pay the bills.....meager water in the pail Quivering trees, and stiff shocks of corn Withering slowly, from the winds Sandstorms covered scores of farmland till the end Her husband growing ill A grave dug in the sand Out west, another land No man to hold her hand In the west they found the water It had changed her life, back then, It was how she met her man It is partly her own story It is part of who I am _________________________________________ 2/21/15 "Out of Water" Contest: Sponsored By Sheri Fresonke Harper