The Perpetual Cycle
As the sun lowers in the afternoon sky, another long day at the farm passes as so many before it. The cattle are herded in and the sounds of the rural landscape begin to shift as evening sets in. This perpetual cycle will restart each day as time and life and years go by.
For this forgotten little home, the outside world continues to trudge along. But for the few moments I stood here imagining and dreaming about what came before, time seemed to stand still.
[Levy County, FL c. early 1900’s]