Tractor/Farm Poems

Looking for a good farm/ tractor poem to put up in the barn. Could be llong or short. Jo

Here are two from our website:

<a href="http://www.yesterdaystractors.com/articles/artint47.htm">Yesterday (a poem)</a>

<a href="http://www.yesterdaystractors.com/articles/artint106.htm">Derelict (a poem)</a>

These are two of my favorites, but there are a few more in the articles section.

The John Deere digger is much bigger than any beast I've ever known, it snorts and roars like the dinosaurs that lived long years ago.

There once was a farmer named rand.
He bought a tractor one day second hand.
He started to curse when it hung in reverse.
And unplowed an acre of land.

There once was a man from up Nord
Who invariably could be found on a Ford.
No Allis, no Deering, no Farmalls or Cases
And the Green ones he truely abhorred.
When he wasn't fixing he was at YT mixing
with all of the great folks on the boards.

AllisG,

Here is one I wrote (and posted on YT last summer or fall) about when we go to junkyards to get parts to keep our old tractors running.

TRACTOR TREASURE HUNT

Peace in your heart, the sun in your face,
Beautiful weeds wherever there's space.
Smell of old oil; the rich brown of the rust,
Various animal tracks imprinted in dust.

The dark, cool shade of the tall, old trees,
A gentle breeze blows through their leaves.
Butterflies floating all over the place,
Scared rabbits run like they're in a race.

Man flounders through waist high weeds,
Tryin' to locate just the part that he needs,
He's tripped-up by vines, beaten by brush
Then suddenly he finds "IT" - instant rush!

Wrenches and ratchets come out of the box
He's gettin' that part - if it takes all he’s got...
Beats with a hammer to free the old iron,
Sun's rays are hotter now, he feels on fire.

Stops and gulps water, wipes sweat off his face,
Goes back to ratcheting at a steady pace.
A protesting screech comes from the steel,
Won't budge an inch - this contest is real.

Scavenges pipe to give his ratchet more leverage,
Takes 'nother long pull of the cold, clear beverage.
Carefully, carefully, he applies more force
And finally it gives... he's won of course.

Elation makes his “tired” go away...
Got that part-so his tractor will live another day!
Wife and kids had a scenic place to roam,
He worked hard - but has treasure to bring home!

By SweetFeet 2012

Ms. Kim,
Glad you have SweetFeet on the radar - She sometimes posts some rusty pictures! LOL

PS: Thanks for the entertainment and knowledge on this site

Read to the end and don't prejudge.

"My First Time Ever"

The sky was dark, the moon was high.
All alone, just her and I.

Her hair so soft, her eyes so blue
I knew just what she wanted to do.

Her skin so soft, her legs so fine.
I ran my fingers down her spine.

I didn't know how but I tried my best.
I started by placing my hand on her breast.

I remember my fear, my fast beating heart.
But slowly she spread her legs apart.

And when I did it I felt no shame.
And all at once the white stuff came.

At last it's finished, it's all over now.
My first time ever at milking a cow.

Try this, my favorite. jr
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The moon was full, the stars were lit,
Pa went out to stroll a bit.
When Pa came home Ma had a fit,
The stars were out but Pa was lit.

Here is a poem I learned when I was in Kindergarten. (about 51 years ago)It does involve tillage of the soil.
When the fields are plowed in spring,
the worms are fatter than anything.
The birds come flying from all around
to eat those worms right off the ground.
They like them just as much as You and I,
like bread and milk and apple pie.
Once when I was very young,
I put a worm right on my tongue.
I didn"t like the taste of it
so I don"t swallow it
But Oh, it makes my Mother squirm,
because she thinks I ate that worm.