Tractor

Dont we all feel this way a one point or another?

Red

and green

Greener than the Grass

yet unseen.

 

Blue

is the sky

high above it

This soul could not lie.

 

Here

Why is it here?

Why away from Humanity?

When it used to be so near?

 

Strong

Made from metal

Rust is forming

Yet subtle.

 

A story

This machine tells a story

A long one,
yet told shortly.

 

A Farm

It tells this story

Of dirt and dust and growing things

 

A long hard life

yet gone unnoticed

left to rust

in a field desterted.

Reviews

[0_o Abbie]

I still don't understand this poem! :D