the wood was gone.
What stayed there still was a yellow,shaved-off,bald-headed hill.
The sun came out like fiery flames
that burned up Gramps'littel dried-out fields.
The rain fell slick-slack-slick-slack-slick,it flowee over furrows and rows and dikes.
The fiedls are ruined,the land cracks and creaks.
The water flows down Granny's cheeks.