– Clarence Holm

Just past the planted knoll, down by the shallow slough,
A forgotten plow and tractor, attached with clevis and pin.
Parked there by the farmer, under the summer’s sun
Abandoned – then forgotten, a pile of steel and tin.

Even as the stoic partners sat wedded to the soil,
The prairie grass grips at their spokes while the breeze sings – stay.
The steering wheel, the corroded stack remained true to the course
Dreaming of fields and furrows, turning sod again some day.