Short Tractor Poems
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Fun toys
Plastic truck keys
Ride-on toy push with feet
Tricycle, tractor, wagon, truck
Corvette
midsummer sunset
dad's tractor
parked for the night
Published in Bottle Rockets Press #48
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
buddy hear this coffee factor
my dad drives a jumbo tractor
if you say to me
drink some herbal tea
you will need a chiropractor.
the snow is coming
these chains are a pain indeed
he breaks out grinder
sparks fly all over
waiting for garage to blow
good grief man it's snow
Farmer Sue drove up on her tractor
Told Stan I’ll be your extractor
Hooked up to the Chevy
Dragged it atop the levy
For payment Stan quickly smacked her!
Let us take a road trip,
now off with bags and zip.
Snow covers the wide road,
no grass here to be mowed.
Cow riding the tractor,
is it a huge actor?
Henry, an extraordinary excavator
Would arrive there sooner rather than later.
Using his big cat,
When shown where it was at,
He would dig you an enormous crater.
Taking the tractor without permission
He knew it would be trouble
Driving too fast
Luckily he was not hurt
But his dad WILL be pissed
© Poem – XV/VII/MMXXIV
LRET
their brains, equatorial rainforests
abilities, tools of a grading tractor
friends, wild asses of humanity
ideology, thorny bush pedestrian
despite, yellow stars twinkle brightly
Old Bob’s on his tractor
He’s out spreading muck
I’m hoping and praying
That with any luck
The winds going to change
Which is all very well
Because somebody else
Will get stuck with the smell
A social network is how we communicate
Personality determines our appeal out of the gate
Appearance is not a factor
The heart drives the tractor
Seven AM to eleven PM to talk with your mates
tiny newborn lambs
frolicking on lush green grass -
tractor ploughs in fields
Date written 3/15/19
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The cock crows at four
I listen to its keen caw
Then sleep till eight
The farmer is up
Starts his infernal tractor
I smell diesel fume
At eleven o`clock
The fishmonger`s white van tootles
Soon it will be lunch
motorcycle buzz
crowing roosters
barking dog
humming of tractor
gentle wind chime
tweeting bird
jet going somewhere
kitty cat whine
blowing leaf
March in midday
temperature sixty-seven
satisfaction
country living
Yesterday Edwin, you wrote of the hoe
Today we write of the tractor.
Yesterday Edwin, a man faces the ground
Today he reaches for the starts.
Yesterday Edwin, an aching figure stands alone
Today hands reach around the world.
Sunlight drops on fields
of corn, and wheat- like embers.
Pumkins burst from vines.
Sunlight is swallowed
by a bird's wings, as it loops.
A tractor is a hulk.
Penny shaped leaves
crinkle in crisp winds. Summer
lilacs are priestly.
Sunlight drops on fields
of corn, and wheat- like embers.
Pumkins burst from vines.
The sunlight is swallowed
by a bird's wings, as it loops.
A tractor is a hulk.
Penny shaped leaves
crinkle in crisp winds. Summer
lilacs are priestly.
I’m sitting in the sun, soaking up rays
This is one of those good old-fashioned days
Dog barks at tractor coming up the road
Cat fascinated by a small brown toad
The warm barely-breeze can hardly be felt
Dangling in the sun on end of God’s belt.
She's a farmer's daughter
She's a tractor driver
She's a scholar in the school
She's a taekwondo belter
She's a writer, cartoonist
She's a beauty pageant winner
She's a good cook
She's a dog lover
She's a chess player
She's run out of beauty.
Natural selection favors
The fit and the strong
Gene-choosing femmes
Won’t wait very long
Furtive and clumsy
Daddy does his job
Many rows to plant
No time to be a snob
Diva turns harpy
Dad’s tractor out of gas
Sons and daughters absent
Time to fish for bass
The once rich fields lay fallow now
Spared of the harrows blade
Abundant crops but memories
The grasses long since hayed
The old farm tractor, silent now
Still sadly stands in wait
Dressed in a red brown coat of rust
Unyielding to it's fate
12/26/2011
To most city slickers I suppose
it’s a little hard for them to tell
the difference between a cowboy
and just a plain farmer. in the dell
Well one uses a horse and a rope
the other drives a tractor and plow
One smells like a fancy pickup truck
The other like the ass of a cow
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 I jump on behind.
R ev her up, I'm covered in hay but never mind.
The pig goes oink,
The cow goes moo,
The farmer carries buckets of smelly stuff and poo,
The farmer pulls on wellies
A raincoats and a hat
Taking care not to get run down flat
Here comes a wild tractor,
Flying madly out the barn
Driven by the pig and cow from Spitalfields farm...
self-confident sunflowers
glorified next to a weathered fence
Kansas in summer
gold finch lights
taking a breath
warbles a heartfelt song
wild flowers sway to his trill
tractor sounds in the distance
meadow dances
plowed field begs for rain
fox stops by briefly
Kansas in summer