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                                                             "THERE WERE SO MANY HOPES, . . . , DOWN ON THE FARM"                             Copyright 2016

                                                         * . . . So many hopes, for decency, humanity, and peace of mind.
                                                    Producing food for all, flowed right along with that which was desired.
                                                    Hard work was so much less so, when the people were able to survive
                                                    on what was to come from that arduous labor. Both he, with a soul
                                                    mate that completed him, stared at the fluffy white clouds, while taking
                                                    a break under a sprawling shade tree.
                                                         Their little ones could be heard, putting forth shrieks of pleasure as
                                                    they played among the goats and chickens near the main house. These
                                                    were the good times, grudgingly, given forth, from a hard worked piece
                                                    of land. Every fifty years, pairs of new hands needed to be found, to take
                                                    hold of, and work the land. Each generation had its own temptations to
                                                    draw them away from the land. Even as times turned bad, the farm itself
                                                    seemed to extend a hand of its own - - - to those who would continue to
                                                    work the land.
                                                         The farm had, and created, as many stories that could be told, . . . by old
                                                    men on the porch of the country store. Eagerly, with the passage of time,
                                                    those in the small town waited for, and wanted, more. Years, decades, along
                                                    with centuries, and family names were the only limitations, of what once
                                                    was, . . . or even could be, on into the future. There was no real limitation, as
                                                    with the passage of time, . . . new stores with porches could be built, with
                                                    pleasure, for all to adore, - - - and stories could continue to be told, . . . for
                                                    those that wanted the farms of the past to continue to last.

                                                                                                                                            by    DJ Marshall

                                                       "PERHAPS, . . . WE'LL MEET ON A COUNTRY ROAD"             Copyright 2016

                                                     * - - - On a fine Fall day, minds saw the shape of another soul, approaching
                                                     from a distance. - - - The solid black shadowy outline of one peacefully ambling
                                                     onward. Moving closer, the shape's outline became more defined. So did mine
                                                     in its on coming eyes as well.
                                                          It was a female form, sweet blue eyes, with hair floating in the breeze. - - -
                                                     " Hello, nice day," was all one needed to say, as for one second, we both passed
                                                     into and out of each other's lives, and moved onward to our destined way. We
                                                     passed in and out of each other's lives, just like everyone else had before. - - -
                                                     However, there wasn't enough time for anyone to even begin to despise or
                                                     adore. It was left for some other time for both to explore.

                                                                                                                                by   DJ Marshall