Life At The Farms
I grew up in my grandfather's farm , which was the main part of his heart .
I saw him only when he became old, He was a tall man with a strong body, his arms were long ,his hands were very hard and big, his eyes were dark and sunken under his obtrusive forehead with many lines in it and a big straight nose . He seldom talks and , rarely laughs, but he usually works.
I used to see him in his farm walking around it three times a day . In the morning when the plants are standing strongly with awake and alive leaves carrying some dew. It is the best time to see the plants , it always delights him and encourages him to give the farm all of his efforts .
The second time when the sun becomes in the middle of the sky, and sends its rays strongly to the land. It makes the plants' sticks lean down and their leaves wilt. It is the worst time to see the plant . It causes the same affect on hem, his back will lean down , his heart will feel the pain , his body needs some rest , and at last his legs will lead hem to relax in the shade of the grapes tree on a small hut at the edge of the creek , until the sun starts its way down and to be ready to leave the sky, and to say to the land bye.
By that time the plant will bounce back and so will my grandfather . He will walk around the farm at the last time to see it and to know what he should do tomorrow , and also to say to the farm Goodbye and see you tomorrow.
Once I tried to walk like hem holding my hands behind my back with a little bending and walked slowly and carefully throw the farm.
My father told me about my grandfather many great stories. I will never forget , his story with the ox, his story with the British hunter man ,his story with my uncle , and his story with the spring of fresh water.
I grew up in my grandfather's farm , which was the main part of his heart .
I saw him only when he became old, He was a tall man with a strong body, his arms were long ,his hands were very hard and big, his eyes were dark and sunken under his obtrusive forehead with many lines in it and a big straight nose . He seldom talks and , rarely laughs, but he usually works.
I used to see him in his farm walking around it three times a day . In the morning when the plants are standing strongly with awake and alive leaves carrying some dew. It is the best time to see the plants , it always delights him and encourages him to give the farm all of his efforts .
The second time when the sun becomes in the middle of the sky, and sends its rays strongly to the land. It makes the plants' sticks lean down and their leaves wilt. It is the worst time to see the plant . It causes the same affect on hem, his back will lean down , his heart will feel the pain , his body needs some rest , and at last his legs will lead hem to relax in the shade of the grapes tree on a small hut at the edge of the creek , until the sun starts its way down and to be ready to leave the sky, and to say to the land bye.
By that time the plant will bounce back and so will my grandfather . He will walk around the farm at the last time to see it and to know what he should do tomorrow , and also to say to the farm Goodbye and see you tomorrow.
Once I tried to walk like hem holding my hands behind my back with a little bending and walked slowly and carefully throw the farm.
My father told me about my grandfather many great stories. I will never forget , his story with the ox, his story with the British hunter man ,his story with my uncle , and his story with the spring of fresh water.
