been off trying to bow hunt a few days.
when i left today, on the way back is
a Texas Republic-era cemetery where
a friend is laid to rest, and i stopped to
pay my respects. this place is a good
couple of miles from any house or
dwelling. after paying my respects, i
picked up a few acorns and hickory nuts
from the ancient trees there for planting later.
while stooped over picking up fallen acorns,
i heard a child laughing as if at playtime at
school. i didn't think anything at first, but it
dawned on me that this place is miles from
any place a kid would be, and i stood up
and look around. nothing. . . .nobody. . . .
i blew it off and bent over to pick up more
acorns and more laughter again, except this
time two kids. as soon as i stood up, no laughter.
there is an old church/meeting house/school
next to the cemetery that is way over 100
years old, but i looked through the window and
no one was there.
spooky weird deal. . . .