Best Tractor Poems

I get up early, a rancher with chores
Hay grows in fields, animals shuffle, roars
Dawn breaks its steel grey grip on my land
And I, well, I have a clear bottle clutched in hand
The first swipe, the one that burns the most
Clears the head, lifts the fog,...

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Old tin roof, plastered adobe walls that were melting
Two big Cottonwood trees, junk cars in the back
Cracked concrete floor, covered with oil and grease
Mexican kids running in and out, playing and screaming
Couple of water jugs, covered with gunny sack
In all of this was some sort...

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My John Deere tractor is my favorite toy.
There’s nothing better that I enjoy.
I have many attachments I use every day,
That are used for more than just play.

My backhoe, chipper, and snow-blower are my friends.
Without them, my work would never end.
I love my tractor, it’s right...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house by the sea. And if there is enough in the kitty one for me. I never miss a chance of...

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I get paid driving a farm tractor
  with sideline job as chiropractor;
    I massage, soothe muscular pains,
      move circulation through your veins;

though never trained in orthopedics,
  I've got some real skills like the medics;
 ...

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T he tractor has pulled up outside my door.
R acing to the window when I hear it's roar.
A ll dressed up for this date.
C an't wait to head out with my mate.
T he link box is hooked up, all shined.
O ver goes my leg as...

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I get paid driving a huge farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor;
I massage and I soothe muscular pains,
move vital circulation through your veins.

Though I never trained in orthopedics,
I've got skills similar to the medics;
sprained joints, strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just tell me where it hurts, my...

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Sitting in the rundown shed, rejected she does feel
Her life once was perfect, every thing was ideal
His hands weathered and wrinkled, she missed his loving touch
Never did she imagine, she would miss him, oh so much

In the Spring he loved her, he saw her every...

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This is our land you tractor-man
our nests are here underneath
our queen mother lives there below
our king dwells with the queen

Tractor man we do not understand you
you say you want to plant trees and grass
you want to build houses here in our land
shall we  eat...

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The yard’s a mess and grass has grown.
It’s time for me to mow.
Not hard to figure on one’s own,
Don’t even have to show.

Some don’t agree about my plea.
I’m even given strife.
If you think, who that might be,
That person is my wife.

My tractor is my mistress,
I’m...

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red tractor next door
making your loud engine drones
irritating me...

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midsummer sunset
dad's tractor
parked for the night



Published in Bottle Rockets Press #48

Posted on May 31, 2018...

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Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must

Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring...

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Daddy's shoulders were burned by the sun
as he plowed wheat fields one by one
All his hopes seeded in the soil
His labor fed us with all his toil
Noon would come - he would find a tree
Take his hunchback pail...a moment free
The tractors roar was fierce and...

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Power to the Plough.
She sits there all used up, a shadow of her past self. The remains of her bodywork, only survive.

Rusting, and decaying into an iron oxide heap. No more use, the old gal is turning into a junk yard art scape.

Mice make homes...

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