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Mar. 7, 2007 Those fields were at the end of a long road. They were alone now, and nobody bothered with them. They were uneven, rising and falling there in the cold autumn. On one side, there was some bushes, and along there just in a bit ran a wire fence. You have seen that fence, or rather one like it, because the world is filled with them. Maybe nobody every saw a fence like that when it was new. Maybe by some magic those fences, wire, and black, only a few feet tall, only ever appeared once they were old. You could never see them from far away. You could tell once you came upon it that the fence had seemed like a good idea once upon a time, but now time had gotten to it. Trees grew into it at parts. At other parts, there was no part. The fence was torn, or trampled down into the ground. At the rare parts where the fence was still standing without problems such as crookedness or missing parts, it looked odd for its uprightness. There were puddles, cold-water puddles. There had been crops in the fields, but their time was not now, their time had come and gone. You know, when wind came over there, and blew where the fence was, where the little hills were, where the road was, it spilt from somewhere higher and to the north. Northern winds. They ran through there. Some water from the puddles was stirred. There were no animals around. There was something though, that nobody knew about. It was a diamond. A walker carried it in a small felt pouch. The walker had walked to the middle of the field and thrown the diamond. It landed by some leaves and dirt. The sun shone on it, but soon the day became cloudy and by evening it started to rain. The diamond got jostled a bit by the elements. It nestled down in the earth. It got covered with dirt. There was the diamond, both in the earth and under the sky, an earth untended to, a sky now brutal with rain and wind, in fields filled with old crops and loneliness. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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