Land

There it sits; so baron, so interrupted, so disjointed…a piece of property where I played one of my first ball games at what use to be just outside of the city. Just 3 short years ago it was someone's residence; someone's farm, someone's home. The typical farm house with the long driveway, the garage out back and a canola field for a back yard; how could this have changed in 3 years?

I remember driving out there and chuckling to myself at how it reminded me of home. How a team mate hit a foul ball out in the field and all of us having to stop the game to go looking in the field for the lost ball. The scar on my knee is still there from having to crawl through the barbed wire fence; it feels like a lifetime ago and yet here we are…only a mere three years later.

The house is gone, the canola field is gone and the memories are gone. How sad it must've been for the family to have to watch their lives being torn down by a piece of machinery. What was once a nice tranquil farm just outside of the city is now a new sub-division in the city; how quickly one forgets that a family lived out there; raised their family out there and now it's nothing but a new development.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I'm opposed to new development; I just think that there is something to be said for a nice chunk of land being inhabited with a growing family; who of course would have a dog, a garage out back and a view of undisturbed farm land…the way it use to be…