I never thought that I would find myself feeling sentimental over a piece of farm equipment. One year ago I moved back to the family homestead to take care of my aging parents. Sadly, my Dad passed away in the Fall. While taking some photos of his old rusty tractor, I was flooded with memories of an idyllic childhood, where believe it or not, the tractor was present. Here are the lyrics to a sweet old cowboy song subtitled “A Horses Prayer”, that encapsulates my sentiments.
Old faithful we rode the range together
Old faithful in every kind of weather
When your roundup days are over
There’ll be pastures white with clover
For you old faithful pal of mine