It's Metal

It has has seen sights to cure old age. 
Has seen sights men dream of and moons woman crave.
 I sit in this metal on leather.
 It's battered but strives with dignity. 
Smells fresh carpet with a hint of mud and twang of sweat 
just like home. 
Has seen victroy and loss, has seen agony and pain 
has seen tears of joy and sadness 
faces happy and despairing. 
In the belly of this beast cames a grunt of power and strength 
when awoken sounds like a rumbling of a strom that is brewing.
 Seen things that Di Vinci would gape at. 
Been thourgh sand,the outback and snow 
been yellow,red and white 
been tired and is true.
 been across The Great Dividing Range 
been thourgh Fraser Island and Desert. 
In worlds combined nothing orchestras it's self to a higher distinction.