Not many memories remain.
But of those that do,
There was a tractor,
Big, white and yellow,
Rumbling, bumping over uneven ground.
Heading to a field to collect mayhaws for jelly.
For this week’s Trifextra creative writing prompt we were offered three pictures to choose from. I chose this one.
This is one of the few memories I have of my grandfather, my dad’s dad. He passed away when I was in fifth grade. I wish I could remember more.