Livin' In The Dust

Black Sunday

I shouldn't have listened to Papa. The Dust came and took everything away.

I was in the field herdin' the sheep when I heard Uncle Jim yellin', "the Dust is comin! The Dust is comin!" I looked up in the sky and a big brown cloud was comin' to me fast. I ain't know what to do. The Dust was covering everything. I was too scared to move.

I had to get finished herdin' the sheep, so I gathered 'em and caged 'em up. Next thing I know, the Dust is right in my face. I couldn't see nuthin'. It was a bright day that afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, and not even the sun could be seen. It was like nighttime.

I was so scared. I went runnin' to my house and I finally seen my parents. They hopped in the car with Uncle Jim and Aunt Sue. I asked where we was going and they said they ain't know. I ran to the car and the five of us went racin' out the Dust. Leavin' Kansas and the Farm far behind.

Dorothy