Another Tractor Poem

[Dan England]

Maybe there is someone, other than John and myself, who likes poems about tractors. Or, maybe not. Anyway, here is another one.

YESTERDAY---BY CHARLES A. McLENNAN

Old tractor dismembered and shrouded in dust
Her body disfigured by horrible rust
Her day is long over, her plowing all done
No more will she flash in the sun

The spark plugs are gone; there's no fire inside
Her pistons long idle, her spirit has died
She rusts in dishonor, not even a grave
In reward for the service she gave

In a field back of nowhere, abandoned, alone
Been robbed of the seat that was used as a throne
No one to sing to the song of the gears
Everything's gone with the years...

In her prime she could plow fifteen acres a day
The binder in fall was considered as play
With full tanks she'd boldly strike out at the dawn
Be there until last light had gone.

One way or harrows, she didn't much care
The belt pull of harvest when fall's in the air
Her real work, revealing what lay below ground
Each new year when spring rolled around

Yesterday's gone, must keep with the times
Not much call today for a pitchfork with tines
Computerized cows let themselves out to graze
Tomorrow there'll be a new craze.

[Donny M]

Dan,

That's great

[Carm]

I put that one on the wife's poetry site. Thanks

[Kodiak]

That's a very good one Dan, Thanks

[Dan England]

Ron: I have given up on finding additional verses and an author of your poem. I told you that I had seen a complete poem, and had it typed, a few years ago. I had the lady who typed it for me to do a search of her computer files. Only one tractor poem was present and it is the one in this thread. Also, I went to the city library, gave them the first line of your verse and asked them to do a search. They came up with the the four lines of your verse, nothing more. So, I believe that you have everything we are going to find on it. Dan