Jimmy walked the same trail every day

a short loop through the woods next to his house

it was wide and well maintained

today was cool and showery

something caught his eye behind a tree

he went over to investigate

an old rusty metal plough half buried in the ground

he wondered how it came to be there

and why he had never noticed it before now

miles from any open fields in a mature wooded area

he came back the next day to dig it out

with a couple of makeshift skids

he towed the old plough home with his 4×4

it was badly rusted but cleaned up well

a nameplate read property of Kelsall Farm 1957

there was a family with that name not far away

he took some photographs of the plough and went to see them

old man Kellsall lived there with his wife

he recognized the old plough from his fathers farm

it brought a tear to his eye

recalling how he used to ride the tractor as a boy

the farmhouse was destroyed in a fire in 1965

his father passed away soon after

the plough was the only remaining evidence of the farm

Jimmy towed the plough to the Kelsall home

he set it on a platform in their front yard

old man Kelsall smiled from the window

as he ploughed through all his childhood memories