The Dust Bowl

Way back around Nineteen Thirty Six My mother was about Fifteen years old Her folks still lived in Liberal, Kansas During the depression and the dust bowl Big clouds of dust would cover up the sun Visibility was so much reduced, The chickens confused by sudden darkness Would cluck pitifully and try to roost! Static electricity would build up Once when one boy went up to his brother They were surprised and quickly jumped back when, Static jumped from ones nose to the other! If not one thing, then it was another Locusts would suddenly plague their land Once when my Uncle Fount happened to look down, The skin was ate off the back of his hand! I can't imagine what it would be like Surely they must have been wrought with fear Like some people in these trying times Thinking "The End of Days" is surely near!