As our Cat 45 headed down the road and we said farewell
I took a deep breath and reminded myself it was just time to sell.
She’s worked our dirt for 22 years, at least 10 times over
Getting fields ready for grass seed, green beans, wheat and clover.
She’s hooked up to many harrows, plows and disks
Even in tough conditions she always pulled, taking all the risks.
A few years back we dressed her up a bit and gave her auto-steer
But at the end of the day even that couldn’t justify keeping her here.
She’s broke down, been cussed and kicked more than a time or two
But she still got washed up to be put away for winter, cuz that’s just what we do.
A new hydraulic pump to end her last season on our farm
Her last winter getting parked inside our barn.
It’s funny this feeling of being attached to a machine
But these pieces of equipment have always been a part of my dream.
For those of us who measure memories in acres in the heat of the summer;
You know these treasured moments between just a tractor and just a farmer.
Memories of kids sitting next to you learning all the ropes.
Knowing for a fact that having them want to sit there gives our legacy a little hope.
It was our last rolling stock with big tracks and my grandpa will probably roll over in his grave.
Except that little D2 parked in the lean too there, I’m afraid that one we are gonna to have to save.
I may have had a tear as the kids said goodbye and wished her adieu
See you down the road old friend, I hope your new farmer takes good care of you.