The Rusted Tractor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Signs of our existence, greed and ignorance, sits in a farmer's field rusting away.

The rusted tractor sits upon the field,

Never more to turn the soil,

Sunset etch its’ shadow across the burn wheat,

And days of rain are now just a forgotten memory.

 

From the land came many years,

Wherein we thrived like kings,

Dancing til dawn we celebrated,

Spilling our voices upon the winds of tomorrow.

 

Our function of clarity was never so clear,

The soil tainted by neglect,

The hunger we fed was our own,

The pauper of reason died at day’s end.

 

Nothing more to bring to the table,

The hungry child watches as night falls,

His shadow etched into the burnt wheat,

As the tractor rusts in the field of memories.


Submitted: September 08, 2021

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