A Memory of Spruce Knoll.
September 29, 2015
The drooling boy sat in his manual wheelchair on the grassy knoll watching a combine traversing back and forth. He spent hours sitting on the knoll enduring the wind and the cold. Trucks came and went with corn, but the country boy stayed there until his father dragged him inside of the house. The boy fell asleep listening to the hum of the combine outside of his bedroom window. A memory of Spruce Knoll.