Aw, come on now. At one time or another we've all gone to an auction and may have paid more than some else thought it was worth.
This is for Frank C. since he thinks that I'm a poet....
The Auction
As I awakened that Saturday morning
I looked around the room and shook the sleep from my head.
I thought about the event that would happen today-
then I rose from the comfort of the bed.
After I finished breakfast, I went outside
and while doing the chores...
I thought about the auction taking place
and wondered just what the day had in store.
I went in the house and got cleaned up-put on my favorite cap,
and with sale bill in hand, I got in the truck.
Like any other other auction, I hoped for a bargain
and in a way prayed for good luck.
When I arrived at the site (early of course)
the number of vehicles didn't surprise me as the old man was well known.
The farm for sale sign in the yard was now sale pending.
I thought about the number of times the land had been shown.
It was half past ten when the auctioneer on a hay wagon spoke. "Folks -
these items selling today have been in the family for many years and to sell
them is realy a sin. However this is an auction and I'm honored to be the
auctioneer... so let the sale begin.
They held up box after box of items and each time there was heard
the auctioneer's cry.
I recognized many items and no this isn't a tear-
darn wind blew a piece of dust in my eyes.
With the hayracks finished-to the household items
that were next the auction moved on.
One by one the things that made a family were sold
and it seemed like even their memories were gone.
When It came time for the machinery to sell
as usual all the men gathered around.
The machines looked and were well kept and the
tractors each made a powerful sound.
That one old tractor would've to me been a prize-
only the thrill of the winning bid wouldn't have been fun.
Because as much as I would've cherished that tractor
I couldn't bid against his grandson.
When the auction was over as I headed back to my truck
I heard a young father say to his family, "Wow... we've quite a carload."
I glanced over at them and smiled... then I got in my truck and
alone headed down the road.
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Marlin Homrighausen</font>