How to describe those things that are gone?
The silver granary that guarded the gate. Armored and at attention, but no longer filled with grain, he watched countless times as horses were led from the barn and cows were trailed past. Wagons and Ram Trucks, rattling horse trailers, dogs at heel, they filled all his days until he was no more.
Brooder house and coop, home to 100 new white Leghorns every spring. Eggs gathered and swung round a young boy’s head, raising pocket money. Windows were broken and walls falling in, pen long gone.
Corral poles rotted, punky wood and lengthy cracks weakening the strength it once held. No animals had leaned against the poles begging for handouts and scratches.
Photos of empty spaces. Of ghosts and memories and history. What once was, has disappeared.
Find me here!
Very thoughtful writing.