Setting. A farmyard circa late 1700's to early 1800's. A farmer is turning over his land during late October preparing his soil for next years planting. The weather is crisp. The work is difficult. The horse is strong. It's perspiration causes it's hair to glisten in the Autumn sun.
The man sweats as well. The horse's reigns are in his gloved hands. He stands upon the plow rocking it to and fro. Guiding it down the rows as the horse struggles to pull the plow through the earth.
The scent of freshly plowed earth and bundled hay lofts in the air. Near the end of the day, the golden fall sun lingers in the sky near sunset. The livestock in the far pasture can be seen as dots as they graze the last few remaining summer grasses.
The beauty of the scene is contracted by the struggle of life.
A man approaches.
The Man: "Jethro, we need you to go to Washington."
The Farmer: "Okay Jeb. What are we gonna tell them?"
Jeb: "Just read 'em the minutes from our last Town Hall meeting."
Jethro: "Okay Jeb. I'll come right back"
The man sweats as well. The horse's reigns are in his gloved hands. He stands upon the plow rocking it to and fro. Guiding it down the rows as the horse struggles to pull the plow through the earth.
The scent of freshly plowed earth and bundled hay lofts in the air. Near the end of the day, the golden fall sun lingers in the sky near sunset. The livestock in the far pasture can be seen as dots as they graze the last few remaining summer grasses.
The beauty of the scene is contracted by the struggle of life.
A man approaches.
The Man: "Jethro, we need you to go to Washington."
The Farmer: "Okay Jeb. What are we gonna tell them?"
Jeb: "Just read 'em the minutes from our last Town Hall meeting."
Jethro: "Okay Jeb. I'll come right back"
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