It caught my eye as things do driving by on a dirt road.
And I wondered.
Who put it there and when, that old tractor?
How long has it sat there in the sun?
And I wondered.
How many mouths it fed?
Not just the farmer’s family, but the nation.
And I wondered.
How many farmers had owned it, the old tractor?
How many gallons of fuel did it use up?
How many years did it toil away in the fields?
And I wondered.
Was it lack of funds to repair her then?
Perhaps it was in the depression.
And I wondered.
What would it take to fix it up again?
Ah, but 50 or 60 years of rust would seize things up.
But I wondered.
How it would look, all painted up again in a new suit of color.
Was the original color red or was that just the rust?
Turning onto the highway and away.
I still wondered.
Outstanding! Great rhythm in this...that repeated "I wondered" was a masterstoke.
And the theme is grand. It reminded me of my childhood, growing up on my Uncle's dairy farm.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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And the theme is grand. It reminded me of my childhood, growing up on my Uncle's dairy farm.