Under the Western South Dakota Sky
Time itself and timeless tales, stories of homesteaders’ hardship and joy, faith and perseverance, somewhere within these walls, forever now are lost to the High Plains wind. O that wind: it is the same series of airflows responsible for the back-side storm clouds above, for buoying the flight of barn swallows nesting within, for the doses of blown rainwater and snowdrifts weakening the walls incrementally, for the gradual loosening of ever-rustier nails with every severe gust, that someday will push it over into a heap of rotted lumber, then in turn, over decades more, incremental oneness with the grassy soil once tilled by those who busted the sod and constructed the structure.
10 N Usta SD (14 Jun 18) Looking SE
45.3568, -102.179