The Farmer

There once was a farmer who lived in a hotel.  All he had were his one pair of farmer's overalls, one pair of farmer's boots, one farmer's plaid shirt of red, one farmers hat, one pair of farmer’s socks, one pair of farmer's underwear, and one pair of farmer’s gloves.
    Everyday at 5 A.M. the farmer would get up, go to the patch of grass beside the highway and he would weep.  He would stand there and weep.  His gloved hands by his sides, his head tilted forward slightly and he would weep. 
    He cared not for the sun, he cared not for the rain, he cared not for the snow.  All he cared about was waking at 5 A.M. putting on his only worldly possessions and weeping over his patch of grass.
    His birthday came.  On his birthday, he woke up at 3:00 P.M. sharp, put on everything but his hat and gloves, which he left on his made bed.  Walked to his patch of grass and waited.  He waited.  Simply waited.  Then, 22 and ½ minutes later he walked onto the highway into oncoming traffic. 

   

    Let the tears we shed soften the land we shall fall upon.

    Microscopic hope can be deadly when you can only taste hate.

    My love is worthless to her.  What more am I to do with my heart if I can’t throw it into oncoming traffic?

    I’ve nothing left.  There isn’t anymore.  The wall is now blank with envy.  The curtains are shamed by the past.  The pillows cry out with deception.  The carpet laughs with denial.

    Soaked into the walls are other people’s memories.  I’ve become this.  I am part of the whole.  HA  ha ha ha ha!   

Reviews

[Oliver Jenkins]

Everything of yours that I've read has left me questioning what I know. This is truly amazing.

[Eezee]

The story started well for me and i got lost somewhere in the middle. The first part about the farmer and his belongings started like a child's story but the part where he heads towards the road is somehow confusing.

I also feel that the story is half done but that could be just me.

Thanks for the read