Twas a cold afternoon as the neighbors were gathered At a farm in the country to hear As he stood with his cane atop an old wagon, The chant of an old auctioneer.
As he auctioned his wares, so slow and precisely, He’d tell of their usefullness yet. Through perhaps they had served more than one former owner, Still he worked for the price he could get.
An old rocking chair, the rockers worn flat, The leather all off from the seat; Yet, to a mother and sleepy-eyed child, It still was a precious retreat.
Old kettles and pans, so blackened and worn, But someone could use them, no doubt, For out in the crowd were a scattering few Who before had been going without.
An old cultivator, a wobbly plow, A hayrake grown rusty with age, A couple old forks and a battered old hoe, For “the book” they had written a page.
These various things, to the old auctioneer, Were but items to auction away; To get for the owner the best that he could, Thus completing his task for the day.
But to those who were selling, there wasn’t a chance That a payment received would compare With value of memories held in their hearts Of the old auctioneer and his wares.
Mike Brandly, Auctioneer, CAI, AARE has been an auctioneer and certified appraiser for over 30 years. His company’s auctions are located at: Mike Brandly, Auctioneer, Keller Williams Auctions and Goodwill Columbus Car Auction. His Facebook page is: www.facebook.com/mbauctioneer. He serves as Adjunct Faculty at Columbus State Community College and is Executive Director of The Ohio Auction School.
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