Afternoon in Camden, North Carolina

Light, like memory, is a country road. It leads past neighbors, past silent fields. It narrows far down Route No. 1, And reaching the horizon, yields.

Cast back upon the land's a darkening sign, The ancient tree of life, its branches bare. In shadows rest two from their daily labors, Their silences the making of a prayer.

Share this story:

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK