furrows ploughed, the boats from bow
with a crab filled catch,
trailers towed, the hay bales stowed,
workhorse ten times matched.
downhill roll, the arduous slopes,
wheels and axles grind,
the course, for wear or worse,
Oxen yoked or donkey hoax unkind.
for a day, while field mice play,
Hooray for a drop of rain,
on a set, rust in the wet,
tractor’s there again.
taken in stock, by the farmers flock,
Part of the landscaped way,
all goes to rot, then all is forgot,
old boy’s had his day.
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