Kept in beauty and uniform, the standard officers apparel, but that rank above the others, can watch and keep track of all that should move beneath his commands.
The doors, the windows, the columns and roof, all collectively protect that part and parcel of all that matters, and keep it all whole.
For leather straps and leads and stirrups, for grain that is meted out to the cattle and sheep, for the horses who grace their heads held high, may rest under the cool cover, and sleep with straw beneath their feet.
Days of past have accumulated, and rust has built just a tired trail, as the fences hold themselves up, as leaves again have fallen, as emptiness takes over. He watches. He sees. He knows.
by Ralph Peck
Photography by Connie Estes
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