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