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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.....

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Date: 5/4/2018 8:53:00 AM
The life that 'was' beautifully characterized and nostalgically told. You may not have intended the nostalgic element but you sure took me there. I had visuals in my head throughout the read. Enjoyed very much! Poetry hugs ... CayCay
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Robert Lindley
Date: 10/15/2018 6:50:00 AM
Thank you my friend for this wonderful comment. I did indeed intend the nostalgic element as I myself mentally, soulfully walked back into that Time and sat under my favorite shade tree while composing this piece. Farm folks never forget, neither the good nor the bad of it that we lived and sometimes even remembered with deep fondness.