Wilderness — A Meditation

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Prairie Characters

On the side of the road a square faced, narrow hipped, scowling fellow leaned on an old wagon his neighbor had set out for the trashman. Beside him sat a round, smiling faced eight year old neighborhood lad.  Standing in front of them was a twelve year old  who lived down the street with his grandmother.  The three were deeply engaged in conversation about enduro racing.  Across the street from them stood a huge eighteen wheeled dump truck used to carry fracking sand to oil rigs in this corner of North Dakota. The behemoth overwhelmed the street.  The huge truck cab, detached, sat ready to rumble down the pot holed street.

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