The Farm Gate - on the South African Veldt
The Farm Gate He had no shoes. He had never possessed a pair of shoes in all his eleven years here on earth. His bare feet were encrusted with dry mud. It had started to form cracks where the top of his feet joined his toes. The mud was his friend - it kept his feet warm during the merciless winter. It was a gift from the red soil of the well trodden footpaths he followed every day in his rigorous life. He stood patiently, shivering, watching the cloud of low dust approaching the farm gate where... Sign in to see full entry.