Here's a poem I wrote that you might like. I did it for
my father who has just finished restoring a TE20. Believe me it [the tractor]
is immaculate. I'll send you a pic as soon as I take one.
--Heath
His mind was clear his heart was set
He knew what
he wanted and what he would get
But when he saw her he couldn't explain
His feeling of joy turned to one of pain
Not pain for a loss but
more for pity
For there she sat all dirty and gritty
He knew with some
time and a great deal of care
She'd be his beauty and people would stare
Still seeing her there in the chook shit and hay
Brought a tear
to his eye and to this day
Every time he recalls how he found his new love
A sadness wells up and he thanks God above
He started the work
when he got her home
She was so damn filthy he wouldn't leave her alone
He gave her a bath to wash off the grime
Her belly was empty had been
for some time
It took him a month, made her healthy and strong
He
was proud of his work he couldn't go wrong
But the time had come to earn her
keep
So he had her out working the very next week
She slashed the
paddock she dug a drain
She pulled out a stump and she didn't complain
She stick raked and ploughed and worked like ten men
But darkness fell
and he knew there and then
He'd never give her up and he couldn't survive
Without
his Massy Ferguson tractor
Original poem written by Heath Kindelan