Short John Deere Poems

john deere toy tractor
wet with spring's low cloud's moisture....
silence pierces air  ...

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Her sneezes didn't prevent her and John Deere from seeking vengeance...
leaving a carnage of dead grass and strewn tissues in her wake



6-2-18...

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sleeping Aurora
mowing smooth a lawn cutting 
a John Deere motions
~
teeming green grasses 
well kept this lawns cut
after being mowed 


5/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020...

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"Old Poppin Johnny", plowing rows and smoking away
                       As far as the eyes of a tater can see and the ears of corn hear
                         From daylight until dark, it has been a long day "John Deere"...

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Seems Florida men never learn
His getaway? A zero-turn
His Deere, not so fast
His lead didn’t last
Now grass is not his main concern

https://nypost.com/2022/07/11/florida-man-tries-to-escape-deputies-on-john-deere-lawnmower/...

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i express my love
rigor mortisly
ah the little
death

except mine for 
me for you is 
completely
deadly

i have a toe
tag with
more
then

John Doe
Dear John
or John Deere
which is actually 

the brand name
of the backhoe i use
to dig my own grave over

and
over 
and over
again and

again...

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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 outside.
Nature feeds my soul, as I take a ride....

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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 strong
He rode it all the daylight long.
He now plows heaven's fields on John Deere
I hear that motor loud and clear...

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The peanut or beer,
Dear John, John Deere,
Shade or a tree,
Puddles or a sea?

A table or dust,
Frosting or pie crust,
The in’s or out’s,
Squashed thumbs or shouts?

Did time or matter,
Or the pitter patter?
What did come first,
Or does it matter?

Because, here’s my thought;
Since nothing had thought,
Before there was thought,
Then first matter’s naught.


For the 4x4x4 contest
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