Upon my cottage porch I sit and dream of happy days,
when old steam threshers rolled along the lanes and dusty ways.
I liked to watch those clouds of steam, and loved the whistles tone. I liked to hear the drive wheels ring when they would crush a stone.
I’d meet it half way up the lane and walk along beside. And I’d envy my big brother as he ran the thing with pride.
The engine seemed to have pride too, as though it were alive. It seemed to try to please him, and would purr when he would drive.
The little modern combine has replaced the threshing crew. But modern harvests do not have the romance that we knew.
So when our task on earth is done and we are called above, I hope to meet that threshing crew that I had learned to love.
Christian Williams is a self-taught musician, experimental composer, and visual artist. His passion for expression has led
him to dabble in a wide variety of music styles, ranging from dark acoustic folk music inspired by the American prairie to abstract sound art utilizing acoustic loops and field recordings....more