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 gradeShare this entry: