Cyclic

The farm belonged.

For so long.

And when it

was all farmed

out, they made

anew by populating

it full of

families and amenities.

A town born.

It belonged too,

after time. It

grew and grew.

But then it

changed as many

moved to where

the grass was

greener still. The

town grew old

as those behind

wilted and died.

Nature returned to

reclaim it once

more. After much

time, nothing of

the town remained.

The records were

somehow lost and

nobody cared much.

Trees and wildlife

returned and had

their way until

a prospecting eye

saw a boom

in the ground.

And they came

once more to

stake their claim

and take what

was theirs by

right. And Nature

retired to elsewhere

while developers came

and left their

mark, killing the

land, stripping it

bare, replanting trees

and recycling the

open sores it

had made. The

satellite town that

prospered stayed this

time and made

a place for

itself and those

hardy or stupid

enough to stay.

New highways and

new stations – livestock

and crops – appeared.

And the cycle

was fulfilled. And

on and on

it continues still.

Nature waits though

to reclaim it

all, and isn’t

in a big

hurry. It’s got

time on its

side. Time and

lots of patience.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

 

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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