His granddad had told his dad as his dad had told him, "This is our heritage, our land, our home."
He wondered if he had left for the city years before what life would have held for him.
Had he missed out on the glamour and excitement of the city?
He couldn't imagine all the traffic and bed at midnight.
He feared he would never have found his place.
He thought, perhaps, he had been born a hundred year too late.
Many memories started to surface.
The year the forest fire drove herds of wildlife to their home for food.
The feed barely lasted the winter but they made do.
The calf he raised when her mama died.
The many foals he helped into the world.
The long hard days of pounding nails and stacking hay.
He thought, perhaps, he had been born a hundred years too late.
He passed his neighbor and chatted for a moment.
He drove on and thought this life of days gone by wasn't the way of things anymore.
But this was all familiar, this is what he was and was meant to be.
Of all the lives he could have lived, he realized he had chosen this one.
The closer he got to home, he knew it was really his home, this was his world.
Had he been born a hundred years to late?
No, it was too bad the world had not stopped long enough to savor the best part.
Copyright 1999
Up Country Creations
