Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down
Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down
Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no time to sleep in bed
rooster crows call out, work, work, work instead!
Dad rose early, I hear a tractor start
shows me his ethics, I must take to heart.
I rise to eat, coffee, bacon and eggs
we work hard to live, here nobody begs!
This farm, it damn sure does not run itself
nor just give us food, on the pantry shelf.
Meeting morn's brisk air, I wake even more
I start work, seems a never ending chore!
Sun setting, more work still needs to be done
suppertime, tomorrow we have more fun!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2018
Sonnet, ( Farm work, seems to never all get done)
Note- Written this morn, inspired by a suggestion in a comment by Wayne Kingston, one he made on my recent haiku titled, Seen and Scenes.....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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