Old Things
I like old houses and old streets... The tree that shows its age...And that familiar color of...The faded printed page ...I like old shoes and battered hats... The wrinkles in a brow ... and fields that have not felt for years... The turning of a plow... Each month and moon of long ago... And every smile and tear... Become the music of a song... That leaves a souvenir... The world goes on from day to day... With love and flowers fair... And many are the hands that reach... For newness everywhere... But in my heart I treasure all... The things that used to be... And I am really happy when... I dream in memory.
James J. Metcalfe
This plow is now garden art at Flower World. I wonder what the story is. Blogging pal Anna at Flutter and Hum sponsors Wednesday Vignette each week. Click on over to her blog to find links to lots of Wednesday Vignettes!
Peter - I LOVE this - the poem as well as the photo! I share your love of old things, and I especially like old farm tools. In fact, there are several remnants of old world farm culture hanging on my walls at home. Nice post!
ReplyDeleteOld farm tools are wonderful and remind me of my mother's family that lived on their New England Farm from the late 1700's until not so long ago. The farm house still stands but the last of the family live elsewhere and the land, still owned by family, is no longer farmed. It's fun to walk that land that nourished my family for generations!
DeleteThat's lovely Petet, with its air of nostalgia :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, M & G!
DeleteNicely done with the poem and photo. The rusty plow does bring out the memories.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shirley. I love old farm implements like this.
DeleteWOW. I love rusty field and garden equipment.
ReplyDeleteYou must have wondered how to bring it home with you... it does require a large canvas to show it in it's full glory so it is best to leave it where it is :-)
I've never been to Flower World. Don't tell anyone...
It was best left in place as it seemed to belong there. Your secret is safe with me!
DeleteNice, Peter. When you go to Flower World, do you stop at the antiques store near the Maltby Cafe? It has a lot of interesting things, and much "old relic-y" stuff. If you drive up on 522 etc., you'll pass right by the cafe and the antiques store, which shares the parking lot.
ReplyDeleteWe've eaten at the cafe and I've looked at the antiques store but never gone in as there's usually another few nurseries to see. Next time, I'll explore the shop!
DeleteI still need to make it up to Flower World. I love the poem and photos. The black and white is a nice effect.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, you must get up there sometime! It's a way cool place and takes several hours to see it all!
DeleteWe have some wonderful farm relics but if I put them in the garden proper, neighbors will wonder, "Why don't they put that junk in the scrap iron heap where it belongs?" Funny how it becomes art only when it leaves its usual surroundings.
ReplyDeleteYou're right, about farm relics being more appreciated away from their usual surroundings! "A prophet is not without honor except in his hometown..."
DeleteI love seeing rusty relics in the garden.
ReplyDeleteI'm the rustiest relic in my garden but I too love seeing them!
DeleteWords to live by as the years march on by.
ReplyDeleteSure enough!
DeleteI love the old rusting plow. I am saving the poem....I am not attracted to shiny and new, except for little plants. I the patina, hand carved, nicks and scratches and imperfections...well maybe not my wrinkled brow!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you! There's something special about living with and touching things that have a story/character.
DeleteI really liked the poem but I do wonder what stories that plow could tell. I'm so glad it's art and not at the bottom of a landfill.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a good entry for Wednesday Vignettes. It seems great in that spot--especially at a garden center.
ReplyDeleteThanks! That is a great spot for it! I have a feeling that this area was farmland not so long ago and the plow may have been found on the property.
DeleteI love old ag implements as garden art. Unfortunately, they are incredibly expensive at almost any antique place. The people we bought our house from left an old hand plow in the back garden, which was nice of them.
ReplyDeleteOnce they go from the scrap metal bin to the antique store, the price soars! Left by the former owners is the best price ever!
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