Sunday, June 6, 2010

Prairie Story 18-New Plans For An Old Land

A dance with life, along a gentle stream. We find solace listening to the gurgle and gush of the running water. Life nearby often goes unseen, tiny webs being spun, a flit of tiny wings.

The seeds of today will be the flowers of many tomorrows.

As I weave through the brush I feel I am the only one there. My rustle is heard in front of me and I hear that familiar song, a cry to get the net, a large brown trout splashing to the bank.

An end of a day, or perhaps a start of a new one, dreams remain true.This has been witnessed by millions around our world for centuries, and hopefully for centuries to come. Has our pathways really changed from those that lived before us?


For many of us it is to fully realize how happiness is so easily found in everything we do in our lives. Are our paths for us to make or in the stars? Follow your heart, it is simply that easy.
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Sometimes it is the choices we make in our lives that help shape who we truly are, rearranging our path we take in life. He and his wife walked down by the stream, and found a small table and two chairs in the tall grasses. Beautiful flowers were everywhere. A bird chanted a sweet verse, returned by many others. He moved the chairs to a small clearing next to the stream. This area called out to their love for the land, and became a treasured spot. Ten years earlier neither would have imagined they would ever be part of such beautiful paradise, as they felt now for their new home.

She had just finished planting a wonderful vegetable garden, while her husband toiled in the fields. The biggest thing was to keep the deer and other animals out, the fence he had built for her helped well, but a few still found a way in. Every morning she began her day in this little piece of heaven, She felt a deep sense of pride when she sat back and admired her neatly tilled rows. He often teased her, asking her if she was listening to the corn grow. She enjoyed sharing with her neighbors, when they came by to visit. They all would be given a tour, if they wanted, and told about the recent achievements of each variety.

He had found work on a few nearby farms, as well as farming his own small farm. He was happy how everyone treated he and his wife, being one of the first black families in the area. He had worked in agriculture most of his life, starting out at ten, picking cotton. He had met his wife in these fields, and after gaining their freedom as slaves, worked a variety of jobs traveling around the country. Today he was doing some harness repairs, and gazing down toward the stream at the lovely field. A hen turkey walked out followed with a dozen youngsters. He watched as they marched single file toward the edge of the meadow, disappearing into the tall grasses. He heard his wife humming in the garden and stayed transfixed on the beautiful meadow. Her song blended with that of the birds, carrying on with a sweet tune, already on the prairie breeze.
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I can barely imagine tonight
What it is like to be with you
To smell your hair, it’s got to be true
I will continue in life, always loving you.

9 comments:

  1. I love the picture of the bridge. I can picture the couple sitting by the stream, wonderful story as usual.

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  2. I love how you "paint" with words. A most enjoyable story and photos.

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  3. I always say that we see the same moon and sun though living in a different place.

    We witness the same beauty of the world.

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  4. I adore the second photos with it's zen qualities. Your words and your stories are so touching as they have such a respect for nature and an inherent wisdom. I'm enjoying your blog more and more each day.

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  5. great blog. wonderful writing and photography.
    Love your insight.

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  6. Your photos are always excellent, and the story is very soothing. I really like the photo of that bridge. I always wanted to walk across a bridge like that.

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  7. Wonderful post. The photos are amazing.

    Thanks for commenting.

    I know that everyone must suffer. But there comes a moment that suffering because of the acts of other people and because of systems, hurting children, must come to an end.
    There are 4 Noble Truths, not one.

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