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'little dried-out fields.
The rain fell slick-slack-slick-slack-slick,it flowed over furrows and rows and dikes.
The fields are ruined,the land cracks and creaks.
The warer flows down granny's cheeks