<Something Sweet from Moonshine>
Apple Pandowdy!
These kids,
Sheriff Robertson said,
ought to have something sweet to
wash down their dusty milk,
And so we did.
-February 1935 - P116
<November Dust>
I walk with Daddy around the farm
and see that
the pond is holding its own,
it will keep Ma’s apple trees alive,
nourish her garden,
help the grass around it grow,
enough to lie in and dream
if I feel like it,
and stand in,
and wait for Mad Dog
when he comes past once a week
on his way from Amarillo,
where he works for the radio.
November 1935 - P211