I'm linking up at Lisa Jo Baker's blog today for Five Minute Friday. This is where writers join in to write on one topic. We don't worry about perfection or back tracking. Just writing for the fun of it. You are welcome to join in! Today's prompt is "lost".
I could almost hear the grain dryer as it roared like an
angry lion. I could almost see my dad checking on the grain bins, or unloading
a truckload of fresh picked corn into the place where the auger would take the
corn up up up and dump it in the top of the grain bin.
But, all of that is lost now.
All I have are memories.
I had a chance to go back to my old farm place this last weekend. I already knew
that my house and all the out buildings were long gone. Pushed out of the way
to plant and harvest more crops.
The price of progress pushing out my memories.
I stood there with the wind tousling my hair around my
face, just as it was tossing the grass around my feet. All I could see in front
of me were the four grain bins, including the grain dryer that my dad used to
use.
The historical marker that has marked our farm since 1949 was still
standing there as proud
as ever.
I saw an auger. Was it the one my dad used to
use? I also saw an old tractor that I could have sworn was my dads. But, there
is now no one to ask whether it was my dad’s or not.
Dad passed away 25 years ago, and it’s been even longer
since he actually farmed the land since he had complications of Parkinsons.
The house I grew up in, the grainery, the barn, the
abandoned chicken house, the pasture where we kept our horses,
all lost.
All
long gone.
But in my vivid memories none of that will ever be
forgotten, in fact as I stood there in the
breeze,
in the stillness
in the
quiet,
I think I could hear my dad working
and I could see him standing at the
bin waving a smile.
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