This is the first time that I am truly lost when I start a blog. When I first heard the topic, I pictured a tractor, which I suppose is the modern version of the classic plow. I actually had to look it up on google to make sure I knew what it was and its purpose. So here it goes:
I am a plow, a simple machine with a great purpose. I am under-appreciated by all the mouths I've fed, erased from the image of a farmer working with his land, and replaced by the oh-so-mighty tractor. The dust continues to collect on my hundred-year-old painted surface, the metallic red lacking its prior luster. I'm always kept in the dark of the very back of the farmhouse, only rarely catching a glimpse of the faded outside world of my imagination when my owner searches through the pile of abandoned junk (such as myself) at the far, rear end of the cramped room. I miss the everday feel of my owner's hands, and the sigh of satisfaction at the end of a good day's work.
I am a plow, and I miss the days.
Honestly, I had to look it up too to make sure I knew its function. But yes. Nice. Everybody else's seems so much more sophisticated than mine. A suppose I have a more childish mind than most and am more concerened with pretty colors....
ReplyDeleteI like your use of personification. I enjoyed the emotions and ideas expressed in this piece of writing. Cool!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea behind this entry, but i hope you don't really feel like a 'pile of abandoned junk' because you really aren't =)
ReplyDeleteand i had to ask me dad what is was, then my dad looked it up to make sure he was right.