Eulogy of a Garden Tool

Some may have called you a Cultivator (at least that's what Google tells me your name was), but to me...you were so much more.

We've come a long long way together,
Through the hard times and the good,
I have have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I should

 

I will remember you, will you remember me?

 

I will never forget you, rural juror.

I'll always be glad I met you, rural juror.

 

Two roads diverged in a garden, because the middle one got destroyed.

 

You fought the good fight against the black clods some people call dirt out here.

Whenever I needed to loosen my top soil and nestle in seeds to grow another day,

you were there.

You have served faithfully, my friend. Rest now.