By Matt Reese
It was getting late when my phone rang. It had been a rough day.
I didn’t know the number, but I answered anyway.
“Hello,” I said politely, but a little bit upset.
And then what I heard next, I will not ever forget.
“I got your number from a friend. Nope, you’ve never met me.
But I need someone to talk with, if you’d be kind enough to let me.
You see I’m working by myself. I’m out in my shop alone.
And I’m thinkin’ things I shouldn’t think. So I picked up the phone.”
I sort of sputtered to myself. I stood and scratched my head.
“Um, sure, I guess. I’m listening,” was the only thing I said.
He said the toil of generations was everywhere he looked,
From great-grandpa’s toolbox on the shelf to the old stove where grandma cooked.
His family looked to him now, both generations gone and yet to come,
To keep building their tradition upon the land this farmer long called home.… Continue readingRead More »