一把旧镰刀
                              
                           一把旧镰刀
                          挂在老屋的外墙上
                          锋利的刀刃锈迹斑斑
                         木质的把手裂开口子
                         雨水冲刷着它
                         日光暴晒着它
                         偶尔
                         小鸟落在它身上
                         拉下一粒屎
                        偶尔
                        小虫爬到它把手
                        咬了一个洞
                        旧镰刀默默承受这一切
                        它昨日的辉煌
                        不应该被忘掉
                        爷爷拿起它
                        齐刷刷小麦倒地
                        妈妈拿起它
                        诱人的洋槐花纷纷落下
                        哥哥最喜欢它
                        锋利的刀口割草最给力
                        饥饿的小羊高兴的跳起来
                        现在的机械化
                       人们抛弃了它
                       有人说它只是一件农具
                       我却说
                       它是一件文物
                       见证着农村的沧桑变化
                       它的故事被一代代
                       传到天涯
                       传到天涯