Farmyard Antics 80 Poem by Phil Soar

The farmyard looked so derelict
I couldn't help but enter
And as it rained when I walked in
I searched to find some shelter
I passed an empty stable
And sat awhile and waited
Until the day had brightened up
And the rain had all abated
Just then I thought I saw it
The ghost of Farmer Giles
Sat astride a tractor
That had traveled many miles
He looked like he was working
Yet I knew it wasn't so
As there was nothing practical
To Harvest or to sow
He drove off in the distance
Vanished without trace
And I was left to contemplate
This defunct working place