There is a seeder in Romania called Fiona

For €6500 it can be yours –

You just need a piece of land

And an intention planned to grow something.

Forgive my illusions of grandeur

But I like the idea

That there is a machine named after me

That drills holes and sows seeds,

I aspire to sow,

In any terrain,

Rain or shine

At the perfect time

All In the right season.

I want to be useful

To make things grow

I want to know enough about the land and the ground

Of people’s hearts

To bring life where nothing

Used to grow.

What is The machine that has your name on it?