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Neglected And Alone

Rusting, dirty, neglected and left there all alone.
On the side of the road, in a ditch, for so long.
Weeds, spiders and mice were claiming a new home.
Left by the owner when it no longer could peform.

Planes flew low overhead, cars and trucks passed by.
Months, a year passed and no one even gave it the eye.
Forgotten now until the county would have to remove.
A burden for the county so mowing could resume.

Each day as I drive by, curious to see if I might.
I would drive a little closer to see what was left to the night.
I began to feel sorry that she had no rider.
No one to care for her or just sit beside her.

The keys still in the ignition, engine must have blown.
Flat tire, battery gone, seat torn and what else if I had known,
I may have left her and gone shopping before five.
But the more I thought about her, I knew I could give new life.

New Briggs and Stration, eight horse power, two tires and battery,
duct tape on the seat and head lights just to look pretty.
Side post battery was hard to find, so a top post one would have to do.
Shorted to the seat, but a piece of tree bark worked and looked good to.

Now we ride for hours at a time, enjoying the wind in our face.
I have found her a home, under the porch, her own space.
She has served me well and even recovered from a flood.
With a name like Ariens, she should shine if not for the mud.

--Hubert Crowell

Photo by: Hubert Crowell Photo by: Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell