While driving my usual 2000 mile summer trip I started to notice something. It seems like every farm that we passed, and we passed a lot of them, has a slew of old, broken down farm machinery tucked away. Some of them are right in the yard, others are out in the middle of a field, and some are scattered in forested areas. I assume that the machinery is left where it either becomes unusable or breaks down. That is just one theory of how these relics end up all over the farm. Another postulation is that they are decorations. It is like the whole farm is a giant evergreen tree and each piece of slowly rusting machinery is a piece of garland or tinsel. I do remember my Aunt and Uncle holding onto different pieces of machinery to use for spare parts. This had a double benefit. When you took off a piece of a parts unit you learned a little mare about how it worked and (hopefully) how to put it back together. And it was much cheaper t...
THIRD MOVEMENT REMEMBERING SONG SIXTEEN HUNTERS I Now that I am dying and all things can be told I see myself sleeping there believing I was safe within the rainbow coils I felt quite self-satisfied for once again I had crossed over set my foot upon an unfamiliar path I had breached another border there would be no turning back At that time I thought I had come home and closed the door. I assumed I had been delivered to the port of destination when in fact I had only just begun to see the more I looked, then stopped, for the dark child-man I imagined he had crossed a deeper threshold returned to his dream-time fires in some unnamed long ship As it was I was held close for some length of time in presumed safety of rainbow splend...