The farm

W.a.l.t write a memoir inspired by James K Baxter's "The town"

The farm was usual enough; it had a beautiful flower garden, a creek, a shearing pen, a 90-acre plot and a large, hand-made log house that I would stay in. 

my Uncle, my Cousins and I did what we always did-Riding the quad across the uneven terrain, yelling at the top of our lungs and listening to our returning echo, squeezing ourselves behind the bags of wool hiding from the seeker, having session on my Uncles Xbox and walking across the log that fell in the creek

Doing nothing important.