Monday, August 16, 2010

The Old Post

Telephone poles lined the road even running up our lane. I never really thought much about those wooden sentries even though I often watched the birds sit in orderly fashion observing the family on Neff Road.

Wooden poles were a part of the past just as were fences. I find that an old wire fence sagging against an aged wooden post draws out the artistic as well as sentimental side of me. I held on to those posts to climb over fences, tied my horse to them, held on to them watching animals in the field.

I don't know what has drawn me to these old wooden posts. Perhaps I'm just a bit sad at their passing. Road signs are seldom tacked to wooden poles (unless you are at a state park). You cannot tack a garage sale sign to the cold, hard metal post. I want my nature back!!!! I want the landscape to still be natural!!! I want to walk down Neff Road and see mailboxes on wooden posts!

Oh, well, I just need to work on it, I guess. You don't want me to get started on the disappearance of wooden barns.

There's a lot to be said for the good 'ol days. Makes me 'almost' wish for the simplicity of the sound of a horse clip clopping down the road and an oil lamp on the table.

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