“I don’t remember what it was I said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her). I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”
Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.
Trying to navigate the unfamiliar left hand turn at a cross section,
I didn’t see the traffic light.
It was blinking red, apparently.
The older you grow the greater is your responsibility toward life, society, and the two people who created you, your Mother and Father.
When lilac bushes appear in a vacant field,
we know an old Michigan farm
once stood nearby.