The Giant of Airy Knoll

The Giant of Airy Knoll

Draft_6

By: Chase L. Currie

I keep waiting for a giant to walk over the hills, to see him stop, look around at the rolling hills and green walls of mountains, wondering, just as I did when I first saw Airy Knoll, is this Heaven, or the closest thing to it? He would stand there for only a moment or two, finally sitting down to rests his tired feet from his long walk. He reaches over taking a cow or two along with a few chickens making them his middle morning snack. After he's done devouring the cows, I find my way up to him...slowly, and with the hope that the cows were enough to fill his belly.

When I get there, by his side, I gently ask, “Good sir, good morning,” I try to hide the fear in my voice, I try to keep my legs from shaking, “how did you get so far from the sea? Why did you leave home?”

“Oh,” the giant says his voice as mighty as thunder, “I am looking for my father; Poseidon, who is no longer in the sea. He has lost his trident but for now I need to rest these weary feet and what better place than here? For here, among these hills, in the morning dew there is no better place to be; one must sit and admire Heaven when they find it.”

How could I disagree? The giant was right, so I sat down beside him, to admire Heaven; still hoping his appetite was satisfied.

Illustrations by: Maguerico "Rico" Manuel Nye