A Farmers Dream Part IV

A Farmers Dream Part IVMy wife Juanita, our son Josh, Sandy our daughter, and Eli, the infant boy that someone left at our door soon were out in the fields. The tall yields of corn would serve us a vegetable, as corn masa for the tortillas and with the experience we had with the crop we could also make some corn oil for cooking. A milking cow had showed up, plus a rooster and laying hens all would come in handy for the survival of the last farmer and his family that was left in the deep southern part of Texas.Old wooden water barrels had been filled with drinking water from the mysterious rain and even the water well had become useful again. That day we cut down all the corn and saved some of the kernels in some bags to plant for the next season if there were to be one. The forecast did not call for any rain, unless another miracle rain would somehow visit our farm land before the year was over.Three days past and I decided to look around for any existence of other life forms because the days continued to be hot as ever. Once I made it to the end of my property line I noticed some movement further up ahead. Huge hunting birds were perching on some cactus plants that had somehow continued to strive. I was well versed on using the prickly plants for some chow and so I cut some of them that were green to my surprised.When I finished I noticed that the predator birds had dropped something amongst the cactus. It was a freshly killed jackrabbit that the thrones had made it hard for them to fly off with. My luck seemed like it was changing because the size of the kill meant that meat would be around our house at least for a week. My wife was a great cook and would help extend the meat to last that along time.Upon my arrival at the farm I noticed that we had company. An old man and woman were sitting outside our porch sipping away at some water my daughter Sandy was serving them. They were covered in dust and the wear and tear showed on their faces. I could tell that they hadn’t eaten for a long time and so I motioned to my son Josh to skin the rabbit and clean it. Later that evening we invited the guest to sit at our dinner table and enjoy what the lord had provided for us.The couple told us their story about passing through and hoping to find their birth place. They were an old Indian couple that wanted to get there for the reason that it would be their final resting place. By the way they looked and walked we knew that it would not be possible to make it on their own. We promised to help them because it was the way I was raised about helping our elders.After supper the Indian couple sat outside and entertained our family with wonderful stories. Their voices were soft and as the night progressed their tired bodies rested. We checked on them at midnight and they were surprisingly trying to sneak out the back door. They could hardly move and they looked more frail than ever and it didn’t seem like they had any more spirit left in them.My wife was carrying Eli the infant and when the couple saw him they became so happy that they had enough energy to smile and kiss him. We knew their time was close at hand and so we all packed and left the farm to find them their burial ground. My tired horse didn’t seem the wear for tear that I had noticed earlier and so we attached an Indian bed for the horse to pull from behind. They carried the baby all the way to the place they called home.Strangely enough, the whole group of animals followed us all night. In the morning when the sun broke the horizon we found the baby asleep in the hands of the dead couple. They had a great big smile on their stone faces as we laid them to rest. We placed them high above the ground on wooden planks and placed the dried grass below as they had instructed us to do. I lit a match and we watched them and prayed as we had promised.When we were done the baby raised its hands as if to grab a floating cloud of smoke and pushed it upward. The cloud soon turned gray and the rest of the skies turned into a dark blackish color and the rains came. It rained like someone had opened the flood gates from the heavens and as we glanced at the fire under the dead bodies that had turned to ashes. We kept our thoughts to ourselves because there were no words to explain it and no one else to tell it too anyway. Those that saw what had happened were aware of the spectacle and there was no further discussion on the way home.End of Chapter IV

A Farmers Dream Part IV


Harlingen, United States

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Something short of a miracle seems to happen around a family that found an infant in their porch. This is chapter IV

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