Monday, August 01, 2011

Aermotor Memories

Horses made the bit go 'round
When they dug the well--
And they dug it well--
Back in 1921.

Aermotor skimmed the sky,
Water filled the tank,
All the cattle drank--
Drank for decades, never dry.

The the times--they changed for all.
The barnyard? Sold and gone,
Empty as a yawn,
And the windmill's on that wall.

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
    my soul thirsts for you;
    my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

--Psalm 63:1 ESV
(A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah)

Image from Skip Hunt, via Magpie Tales. Click the link for other people's thoughts prompted by this image.

This particular poem is public domain.
August 5, 2011 - I corrected the spelling after Bill Ragle pointed out to me that the company was and is called Aermotor, not Aeromotor. The company and Bill live in west Texas.


Brian Miller said...

the times they are a changing...a far way from the farm to the wall...nicely the word play in your open jim...

Ann Grenier said...

Right on target, plain and simple truth here Jim.

Reflections said...

Wonderful wordplay within this piece... deeply found thoughts, trickling from the well.

Bill Ragle said...

Greetings from Aeromotor country -
San Angelo,Texas where we are dry and thirsty for the Word. Sure miss you and everyone at Founders.

Jim Swindle said...

Brian Miller, it's good to hear from you again. I pray for you once in awhile, that you will grow in the Lord.

Ann Grenier, thanks for encouragement.

Reflections, your comment is an interesting word picture.

Bill Ragle,'s great to hear from you. How are you and the family? May the Lord use you there in San Angelo, in ways beyond what you could plan.


..a very sensual piece that speaks of realism.. and i just like the excerpt from the bible.. a wonderful reflection for tonight in my place.(:

Brightest blessings.


R. Burnett Baker said...

I read this several times and finally read it out loud with the accent of my Texas Panhandle farming grandparents. such truth and meaning and context!


cosmos cami said...

I really liked the barn compared to a yawn. Excellent work.

Tess Kincaid said...

I love "empty as a yawn". Your piece fits so nicely with a photo series I'm blogging called "Abandoned America".

Helen said...

I also read this out loud ... it has great rhythm...

Jim Swindle said...

Windowlad, thanks for stopping by. The Bible's always good for us. It's worth vastly more than what I write.
R. Burnett Baker, I'm glad it spoke to you! I was thinking of the Nebraska panhandle instead of the Texas panhandle, but the experience both places would have been similar.
Cosmos Cami, glad you liked it.
Tess Kincaid, thanks for pointing out your Abandoned America series.
Helen, thanks for reading it aloud. I try to pay attention to rhythms.

Kay L. Davies said...

"Empty as a yawn" is so descriptive! Perfect.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Kirk said...

we will pray for the unreached people.

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Looks like you've had a few comments, and me, just getting around to visiting you this late afternoon. Things are heating up around here. Lots to do.

But this poem, yes, it's a gem. Thanks for sharing it with us.

All poetic, but my favorite words, so descriptive, 'Sold and gone, empty as a yawn…' and this too, 'the windmill's on that wall,' it says it all.

Jim Swindle said...

Kay L. Davies, thanks for stopping by. We could use a bit of Canadian air about now. Next week's to be cooler, with highs around 98 Fahrenheit or 36.7 Celsius.
Kirk, thank you. People need the Lord.
Romanós, I'm always glad to hear from you.

Carrie Burtt said...

Jim this is amazing....a new favorite of yours for me!! :-)

waysidewordgarden said...

This is a beautiful poem, I love the words "empty as a yawn"... and the scripture, I love it. Thank you for visiting my place.