Charlie was a farmer all his life. It was a small farm; about a hundred acres. He milked cows every day until he was seventy years old. It was a good life, but much of that was gone now. His wife died a year ago in April. His only daughter married a man who worked in the technology field. The only alternative was to sell the farm.
On auction day, folks came from miles around. Tractors and implements sold quickly. The thirty milk cows did as well. The farm sold for more than a half a million dollars.
All that seemed insignificant now, as he stared at the shell of a dilapidated barn, out the window of the rest home. Charlie thought to himself, “Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, One day I will collapse, just like that old barn.”
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to write a flash fiction of exactly 144 words, using a line from a poem, Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. The line is… ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.’
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Oh my, I felt the heaviness of loss in this man’s heart. Wonderful writing, Dwight, and the last line struck just the right note of the inevitability of it all.
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yes, that was the first thing I thought when I read the prompt! Thank you Dora.
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A brilliant interpretation for the intriguing prompt Dwight… well done…😀
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Thanks Ivor! It was a fun challenge.
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Your touching piece tugged at my heart. 💗 I know we can’t stop progress, but it has been sad (for me) to see farmland and working farms become sprawling suburbs in AZ. 😭 I own a small poster, that was used to advertise the sell of my great grandparents’ farm in Iowa many years ago. The poster is safely stored, but when I first looked at it, it made me sad to see their life reduced to line items, to be sold to strangers at an auction.
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Sadly it happens over and over again. My uncle had a similar situation. He had two daughters and neither wanted to continue farming so the farm was sold. He died of a heart attack within a year!
Thank you so much for sharing your story!
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Well done! I actually can relate.
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Thank you so much for your comment! I am glad it connected with you.
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Oh what a well done piece Dwight and it truly breaks the human spirit as life bones get brittle by saddness, aging and loss. ❤️
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I can imagine it would be very overwhelming! Thank you so much for reading Cindy.
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You are so welcome Dwight! Cheers for tomorrow! ❤️
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Beautiful job, Dwight. Sadness gripped my heart as I read the ending. 🌞
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It is sad when it comes to that. Sadly it does happen quite often.
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Love the barn and its story
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Thank you Sheree! This old barn really caught my eye a couple of years ago. I knew I could use it sometime!
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Very poignant, Dwight.
-David
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Thank you David! I appreciate your comment!
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I feel different emotions. 😊
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Thanks. It is a stirring conflict for sure!
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you captured a farmers life so well … often they are left with nobody to take over their life’s work. Must be so distressing …. great photo!
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Thanks Kate. It is a very sad scenario!
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indeed and happens far too often!
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A marvellously sensitive tale
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Thank you Derrick! It happens quite often in this country!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Always happy to read and share your posts with followers, Dwight!
😊✨🎉
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The color and clarity in the photograph are appealing. I was drawn into the story and so felt the fatalism in his experience and perspective.
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yes, it is sad to think we work hard all our lives, only to end up staring out the window in a rest home. I always say growing old is not all its cracked up to be!! Thank you for your comment. I am glad it connected with you.
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Your work does connect. And you’re right about old age. As far as I know, I’ll always want more than looking out the window.
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Thank you… yes me too!
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The image goes so well with the story here. Sadly, far too true for many farmers who worked the land that was handed down to them for generations…only to succomb to the powers of big farming and have to sell. I remember when we lived in Iowa, going to some of the estate sales. I’m afraid, in my younger days, I was far too interested in picking up a good antique piece of furniture to consider the feelings of the person having to sell. Well told here. Use of line is excellent.
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Thank you so much Lillian for your thoughtful comment! It is sad to see family farms sold to big farming or development! I appreciate your kind affirmation!
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Wonderful writing
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Thank you so much!
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This is such a poignant story that is true of so many in today’s world – unfortunately.
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Thank you Jan! it really is a life’s anticlimax!
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