I walk out to the barn to find
Rusting away
A beast of cold steel

I try to wake it from its slumber
With a whir of the starter
it starts to sputter, bang and putt
The with the grinding of gears it lurches forward
Out of its dark prison
Into warm sunlight

I roll it into the shade of a huge locus tree
The engine sputters and goes cold
I hop off the seat and walk to the shop
I grab a tool box, paint, and a brush and start to work

I pull out a wrench from the toolbox and undo the bolts on the seat and tires then start to paint

After the job is done the thing in front of me
Is no longer a pile of rust
Its paint sparkles red and white in the sun
I fire it up and it roars like a lion
I put it in gear and roll it out of the shade to join the parade
I leave the farm
With the engine running like a charm