I see the old tractors that filled the fields years ago. While their usefulness has come to an end, its character lives on. once a tool for the American Family it now stands a monument to the ingenuity of the culture that bore me.
I see this tractor, and I see a symbol of hard work. I see its years of service, and the food it provided to countless people.
I see it's body. Wethered and rusty, yet, I feel like it's happy. It's living its remaining years in the stilness. Perhaps a smile portrudes through its grill.
I always loved looking at antiques. I wonder all the things it has been through, and I can imagine what its life might have been.