The Sowing machine. From pride to decay.


Once brand new and shining, a farmers pride

now abandoned, left in the forest to fade

for a while a marvel of engineering, to adore

to be put aside the field, a thing of before

Såmaskinen

En gång skinande ny, en bondes stolthet

övergiven, lämnad till skogens förgänglighet

för en stund ingenjörskonst, värt beundrande

satt till åkerns sida, sak från annat århundrande

I just felt this old farming equipment was worth a poem, ha de Gött!

I could not find anything on the web of the manufacturer. I’ve reached out to the local historical society in Gävle hoping they have some information. In that case there will be a new post. The spelling of the city Gävle was changed from Gefle in 1880 just as an indication of the age.

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4 comments

  1. Ah yes. I’ve seen a few over the years. Some of them never move.

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  2. good one, Ulle: old things should be honored; they served their purpose; ‘every puppy has its day’ —

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  3. I’m surprised there isn’t a blog — perhaps there is — honoring the things of the past, including old machinery; not so much a Luddite’s Lament but an homage — in words and old photos

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  4. Yes now abondoned! Well shared

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