The Old Tractor
Sitting in the rundown shed, rejected she does feel
Her life once was perfect, every thing was ideal
His hands weathered and wrinkled, she missed his loving touch
Never did she imagine, she would miss him, oh so much
In the Spring he loved her, he saw her every day
Together in the sun, in the fields they would stay
Gently he would guide her, as on their way they'd go
Tilling up the fertile ground, row, by row, by row
In the Summer he loved her, they worked the planted ground
Under their loving care, vegetables did abound
To the shed he would guide her, at the setting of the sun
He always made her feel, proud of work she had done
In the Autumn he loved her, she watched the falling leaves
She helped him with the harvest, bringing in the sheaves
Corn stalks cut, gathered, and bound, in rows neatly shocked
The garden almost empty, she watched him as he walked
In the Winter he loved her, for the season she retired
The land was at rest, her services not required
She sits in the rundown shed, awaiting his return
She longs to see his face, for his touch she does yearn
Spring returned, he did not, her sadness knows no allay
No one came to tell her, death had taken him away
Her lights no longer illuminate, there's no one to turn them on
She sits there all by herself, wondering where he has gone
Rust has overtaken her, her frame is weak and frail
Slowly her body crumbles, her pain does prevail
Her motor no longer runs, her sadness does abound
Soon, like him she will rest, beneath the fallow ground
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