The old man and the boy

 The old man and the boy 

Johnclarestokes 

the narrow deep rut drive to the county pavement came quickly, as the old place, once uncontainable, now fit in the rectangle of the rear view.  The months became years, the years decades and the old man no longer sat upon the cool dog trot, the memory of him all but forgotten, as the little boy didn't even own a photo to recall the kindly paw who once sat him upon the blue tractor, his wide brimmed hat shading them as they turned furrows up and down ‘til sunset,  the golden glow upon the parched Florida sand transforming the tired dirt into a new creation of an Eden mirage.