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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A faint outline appeared in the early morn a full moon still shed its light, dark shadows spread across the land casting an eerie shadow over the far distant hills. An old buckboard clattered along a dusty road bumping roughly over pot holes washed out by an early winter rain. The old mule plodded along - ribs showing from a life of hard work prolonged, a rather tired animal trudging slowly along tugging at its heavy load. The old man sat humped over on the seat, nodding as though he was asleep. A low hanging branch served to awaken him as it slapped sharply against the side of his head causing him to sit up straight, grabbing his hat that was about to be shed. A road traveled more than once, from the old farm down to the general store, bumping along on rutted roads, filled with holes, not a friendly ride it was, but one that both the rider and mule had made many times. On either side of the road rows of tall trees standing straight with leaves long since gone, the trunks appearing as gaunt ribs rising up from the ground much as the old mule appeared, as it pulled its heavy load quietly by. The day was cold, a north wind blew, chilling both with icy fingers that cut to the bone; but the old man and the mule just plodded along, going silently down that dusty road bumping over the ruts and pot holes worn by time and use itself; two old friends working and waiting, serving out time as they repeated their daily chores. Time and work takes its toll, as man and beast move along worn and traveled roads doing never ending chores of old until the end of a road is finally reached.
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