Fields

by joetwo

I look out over the fields

Seeing the vast expanse in front of me

An eclectic mix of the work of man barely containing natures splendor

Neat, ordered patchwork of ground surrounded by wild untamed hedgerows

Hidden places amongst the green, dark and foreboding

The perfect home for unpleasant nasties, things that go bump in the night

There is a thin veil of civilisation overlaying a deeper well of wilderness

A pinnacle of human advancement on a constant state of instability

Forever on the precipice

Liable to slide back to the deep wells of barbarism.

 

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