Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Back home- in the schoolhouse,it was.The big moon sailed off to the westward.An' we walked,him an' me-a little ways.Didn' talk 'cause our throats was choked up.Didn' talk none at all.An' purty soon they was a haycock.Went right to it and laid down there.Seein' the Texas boy an' that girl a-steppin' away into the dark-think nobody seen em' go.Oh god! i wisht i was a-goin' with that Texas boy.Moon'll be up 'fore long.I seen that girl's ol' man move out to stop 'em and then he didn'.He knowed......might as well stop the fall from comin',and might as well stop the sap from movin' in the trees.an' the moon'll be up 'fore long....................



- FROM THE GRAPES OF WRATH
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