The old ox yoke

Its rotten, its time to go
The ox yoke made for two
The yoke that wandered the South Downs
Strewn across their carriers
Pulling loads
It was a masterpiece, carved with care
Intricate and precise
Made to fit
It's last days spent in my garden
"What is it" people would say
A thing from the past
A farmers tool
An ox yoke
now it falls apart, a woodworms home
ravaged by time, rain and wind
goodbye ox yoke
I should have taken a photo



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-08-25 at 14:14

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It was probably very old. Would have been worth keeping if you could preserve it. But at least you have in this poem.
2015-08-29


countryfog
A photo is just an image, you've captured its story. I assume the yoke was wood, as some I have seen too, and it seems exactly right to me that now, after its years of care and use and then the years of no longer being needed, it is slowly going back into the ground and becoming part of it.
2015-08-25