An Old Plows Story by Digitaleagle
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An Old Plows Story
Look at me I’m old not dead, look at me I still have my plow and my disc, I’m still in my all together. They retired me, they told me I had done my job and done it well. Now it is time for progress, time for a newer faster plow hooked to the backside of something called a tractor. I saw the thing it smokes, it stunk, it was noisy, and it was………it was faster than me. After all, I cannot even move if not hooked to the backside of Old Biscuit.
I was not ready to retire I still had many good years in me and Old Biscuit did too but they put us in the barn and there I sat for what had to be years, forgotten. One day the farmer led Old Biscuit out of the barn for the last time, and I haven’t seen him since. I’ve thought of Old Biscuit many times through the years, I don’t know what happened to him but I miss him and I hope he’s happy, he is my friend. Some time later the farmer come into the barn with some men I didn’t know, they talked for a long time but I couldn’t hear what they were saying, before I knew it I was taken out of the barn, though I didn’t know it was going to be for my last time. They loaded me on a truck and I watched my home disappear behind me as we drove away; I wasn’t even asked if I wanted to leave.
Could I be going back to work, I hoped so; after a long ride on the back of that truck I was put behind a barn once again to be forgotten, grass grew up around me so tall I couldn’t see anything, of course there wasn’t much to look at behind the barn. I did enjoy the birds that came to perch on me and their songs they would sing, the animals that crawled and walked through the spokes of my wheels kept me company, and in those moments, I wasn’t so lonely.
I was there for who knows how long in the rain, cold and snow just rusting away. I thought “This is it, this is all that is left for me,” and all I wanted was to be hooked up to the south end of a northbound horse. Oh, I know it is not the most appealing end of a horse but what I wouldn’t give to see Old Biscuit’s butt just one more time. I could show them, we could so show them; well, by now I guess Biscuits no longer with us, he was pretty old and it was a long time ago. Nevertheless, I can work, not as fast as I used too but I can work, I can do the job I just need a chance, just………….just a chance.
However, here I set on a corner lot in the middle of some one’s front yard, they treat me good here keep the grass cut so I can see the field across the road the same kind of field I once plowed; and I can remember. Yup, I can see the field but I can no longer plow it. I guess if I have to be retired this ain’t so bad, and I’m not lonely anymore.
Occasionally someone stops and looks me over, I think remembering like me the good old days, maybe longing like me for a simpler time when one horsepower was enough and it wasn’t so important to go fast. Look there’s a guy over there taking my picture and it’s my best side too! When you people out there say things like look at that old house or barn if only walls could talk, the stories they might tell. Just remember the old plows and the story I just told, all it takes is a little imagination and don’t be afraid to dream. The old walls, well, they just might talk too.
One last thing I’d like to say, Lord if Old Biscuit is up there with you make sure he’s hooked to a good plow that would be heaven for my old friend. I sure miss the fields and Old Biscuit I sure do miss……..
Royce Gideon
Comments (26)
Faemike55
I don't know why, but seeing this picture and reading the story brought a tear to my eye! 'tis a shame that we do 'retire' items in favor of 'faster' or 'better' ways of doing things and we throw away that which we do not want any more....
mariogiannecchini
Un vecchio attrezzo da lavoro e grandi sentimenti ! Ottimo ! An old tool from work and great feelings! Excellent!
alanwilliams
Beautiful picture and an equally beautiful text. alanwilliams
myrabe
Imaginative.
kgb224
Outstanding capture and story my friend.
frankie96
My dad could relate to this very well...having most likely worked with similar implements..
Firesnuffer
The Photo is Superb! And I love your story to go along with it!!!!!!! You really are branching out :)
Richardphotos
unfortunately many seniors knows this all too well.of course I enjoy not working but do get bored.excellent and creative writing
sandra46
great work
beachzz
What a great story--and a tale that happens all too often!!
angelafair
All around Beautiful! The pic, the story....wonderful! I can relate to Faemike as well!
moonrancher
Great capture. I can just picture Old Biscuit, too.
flavia49
wonderful work!!!
vaggabondd
what a great story my friend, the older I get the more I can relate to this poor old plow, very nice
erlandpil
Beautiful picture erland
Hendesse
Fantastic shot, perfect in b&w.
moochagoo
Love the story :))
Ziemer
Beautiful picture and beautiful story.
Alex_Antonov
Remarkable work!
praep
Cool shot and a nice story.
Jay-el-Jay
A fine picture and story to go along with it.
tennesseecowgirl
Wonderful story!! beautiful work my friend.
Hubba1
Awesome shot :)
myrrhluz
Wonderful story! Excellent use of the old forgotten plow to illustrate many of life's ironies and tragedies. Very well written. My eyes were a little misty too. Beautiful image! It is a very picturesque remnant of the past.
LovelyPoetess
Bravo! Well written piece. Great photo to illustrate your tale too. : )
junge1
Beautiful and moving and oh so true with many things in life!