Metamorphosis

We are owners of this land.

Our fathers came through this way

on wagons and horses

with a bears fur for a coat and an open fire for warmth.

We are owners of this land. 

I grew up calling it home

with a flimsy wooden signpost for direction

and the bumps on the road as a guide.

We are owners of this land.

Grandpa died 

Today we sell petrol not horseshoes

We tow cars, we no longer rent wagons.

We have seen the past, the present and vaguely know the future.

We are owners of this land.

Route 66 is home.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Jeans Hays

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Jean L Hays the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

 

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