Today I found .....

.... this old farm machine in a woody ditch,
rusting and dissolving well into the weeds and roots.

We got our first tractor in 1951.

Maybe the Clydesdale Horses looked up from the furrow
as it came up the farm road.

But they were with us for many more years.

One died and it took nine men to dig the grave
and haul his body in.

Finding this metal
was like finding the buried bones
of a long ago friend.