Who is sweet and innocent in Beeville?

The pine and oak trees that are as

old as dust with no leaves.  The drought

has been tough. The cattle have no

grass, and the little league fields

are beginning to look like dirt roads.

The drought has definitely not been

sweet and innocent, sweet and innocent

like my old and gray, dark-skinned

grandma who lives among the winding back

roads. Dirt roads winding like snakes among

the brush, filled in with worn-down gravel.

There’s nothing here but a few houses

made of petrified wood, scattered among

the flat grassland where the ranchers

let their herds graze, undisturbed.

By Benito, 10th grade

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