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.....