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
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2/21/15
"Out of Water" Contest: Sponsored By Sheri Fresonke Harper
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