The Old Man

Sat on the porch step, watching, waiting and gazing intently at the plant. The bloom opened, the petals spread and a beautiful bearded iris flower displayed its glory to the world.
The old man walked inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, watching the iris. A butterfly landed. Then another, they mated, the old man walked inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, the rain fell, the streams swelled in their banks, the old man walked inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, he watched the crops grow in his garden, he saw the fruit of his trees spring forth, he plucked out the weeds, he repelled the bad insects. The old man harvested, then the old man went inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, he watched as time moved around him, how long had he sat there, how much had he observed? The old man watched the children grow to become adults, the old man went inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, he watched the animals as they made their way across his lawn. When the last animal had passed the old man went inside, his job was done for the day.

The old man sat on the porch step, he did nothing, he had watched plenty, and knew there would be plenty more to see. 
The old man went inside, his job was done for the week.


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