Land

My little piece of land, viewed from above by the Google satellite, looks different. It appears so much smaller, so much not what you feel when you drive in the gate. The field opens up and rolls ahead of you as you walk in or drive in. You never know what animal you will surprise that takes a quick look then dashes off to hide from you. Except the cows. They don't hardly budge and they're not even supposed to be in there. Sometimes the flowers are so pretty, leaning and dancing in the winds. You can't see any of that on the satellite phot. Just a patch of land, barely delineated form any other in the county. The road is shaped just like you remember it with the sharp turn here, the curve there that finally bends around to your gate. God comes to see you there when you walk outside. On your own land or anywhere, He's there. He'll be there for the next people, too, if they will walk and watch and listen.