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Belt Driven

This is autumn; a time for fairs, Where local farmers show off produce, from that land of theirs. Livestock is also another big hit; And some folks are enjoying the horse-drawing pit. But in many states, as any midwesterner knows, Many gather to watch the tractor shows. Cases, Masseys, and Internationals can be found; And you may see a Rumley,or perhaps a John Deere around. Classic tractors of days gone by. Stirring memories ,and bringing tears of longing to many eyes. But for tractor buffs, the highlight of the day, Is watching the old steamers put on display. Sometimes a saw-rig, or thresher is at the fair. Perhaps an old haybaler may even be there. The machine is parked, and then a tractor brought in, Having an etra drum on the side, which can be made to spin, By engaging a clutch, and drawing the engine's power. Both connected by a long leather belt, they go hour after hour. As long as there is still work to be done, A belt driven machine can be continually run. They never get tired, since all the power they've felt, Comes from the engine at the end of that belt! We humans also need an external source of "drive". Because in our own strength we could never survive! Just like a machine, we sit unused, in the field, Til we're belted to a tractor, and the horsepwer it yields. God has more power than we'll ever need. We have to have Him working through us, if we are to succeed. And He's willing to belt-up with us for any task. He's merely waiting for us humbly to ask. Charlie Pelota HSLP

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Date: 9/21/2009 9:18:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry with us Charlie. As always I wish you the best in your future writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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