The Old Place On The Hill

       Sitting as one speaking stories of long ago, there remains the old place on the hill. The large old house of red brick stands steady yet worn, tired, though not enough to speak of it's long years long forgotten now. It speaks and none seem to listen....almost none. Years of lives lived there and it remains quiet, simply is, and this is it's final story.

        Representing it's small "community" of dwellings, it stands to listen as they speak. I pass by and listen if they'll speak, though they never do. Only memories of old echo from their worn and tired frames, some old narrow trailer and a carport that seems to want to retire, though it can't; I pass by and listen to see if they'll speak.

         Down the paved road just outside the city I pass by, listening to and watching the old memories of services long ago that were done there. I consider the brief encounters, the unusual encounters, the times travelled through in years past. The old place on the hill echoes the old stories we share and I am left to wonder what has happened since, or if I should be as concerned about such mysterious happenings. I pass by, reflecting on the memories that still speak loudly to me, play clear enough in thought to feel their impact. The hardships walked through. The times that tested character. The land that rose and fell, that nearly snared me in one particularly harsh winter. The old couple in the old trailer who used later years to try and help me. The volatile exchange because of the ordeal. The old stories speak loudly. I still feel the cold winter of that last time there. Still experience the fear of sliding down an icy bank in some work truck toward an electric pole, wondering if I'd get out safely. I still think about the help that came that day, about the old couple who risked so much to help me, about where they are now if for nothing else but to simply say a proper "Thank you." . Where the story told that day nearly became a tragedy with no happy ending; something I'm grateful to God for that it didn't.

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