Watch and wait and they will come home. Each one day and happy, grinding the grass from another long days hike, taking in as much of their share as could be taken, each eating their fill, again.
The barn is still there, in a way. It’s roof is quite dilapidated, with spirits of the nights burning off the edges of the tin, making it show its mother-skin, its hard work, its meaning for living all this time.
The lonely windmill, standing there with pride, or looking fixed upon its legs, anchored down to the ground, keeping it here and dragging up the gallon or two of water it may pull, through screeching blades with a westerly wind, and quiet ones from the north.
Watch and wait, and they will come home.
Ralph E. Peck
Photograph by Chris Hall
Harper County, Oklahoma
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