Power To the Plough

Power to the Plough. She sits there all used up, a shadow of her past self. The remains of her bodywork, only survive. Rusting, and decaying into an iron oxide heap. No more use, the old gal is turning into a junk yard art scape. Mice make homes in her alcoves, spiders spin webs amongst her corroded remains. The red Fergie has passed her sell by date, a relic from the past. She had a full and busy life on the farm, powering the plough to turn the earth. Sowing, planting and rolling the fields. Reaping the rewards of the harvest, towing trailers of corn, grass, and hay bales in the summer sun. The farmers friend, rugged and dependable, out in all weathers. After all that she is just a farm vehicle, a tool of the trade. Her days of powering the plough are over now.