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The road, if you could call it that, was a steady climb and followed the edge of the pasture along the property line and then across the hill at the tree line where the land hadn't been cleared. Then the road took a curve and began another ascent, this time through the forest, toward a higher cleared field beyond the firs and the oaks. She appreciated the coolness of the shade offered by the trees as she and brother herded the sheep toward the pasture, but there was always one spot beside the road, that caused her imagination to run amok. It was just around the next curve in the road where the land was a little flatter. It was such an immense boulder almost shoulder high---pretty high when you are eight. In her young mind, she thought the massive rock was a tombstone placed over a grave, but who died, and why?
This sooo reminded me of a trip we took to wales where we saw some ancient burial mounds. Things like that always make me think about who those people might have been. Thanks for linking in, Pat!
ReplyDeleteHow cool that you went to Wales! That is some place that I would like to go sometime.
DeleteA wonderful description of that winding road. When you are eight, your imagination about gravestones and huge boulders can be daunting. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I think my imagination may have "owned me" then.
Delete(and to follow on Val's Comment)… and a vivid description of the very different scale of the world, when a child
ReplyDeleteThanks. A child does have a very different scale of the world. Going back to a childhood home and finding out how small a home really was in comparison to how big you remembered it being is a prime example.
DeleteWe never know what will come at the end of that road!
ReplyDeleteHow true that is.
DeleteThis was magical. Such wonderful imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love having these writing challenges.
DeleteWhat an imagination! It makes me wonder if she's seen a lot of sadness to expect it to be a grave stone.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, but maybe just because she knew of the remains of a very old homestead on a neighboring property.
DeleteWhen I read that she thought the immense boulder was over a tombstone, it made me think of the stone in front of Jesus' tomb.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many ways one can look at a piece of writing. Thanks for visiting.
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