Tractor Poems - Poems about Tractor

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?...

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Now late April, and the grassy fields of winter have disappeared in response to the airplane sprays of very effective weed killers. The land is moist and brown, seeded for the crops of 2025. And before long the tender plants will emerge, and the anticipation of the year's bounty has already begun. A red tractor sits in the open field,...

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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 ...

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In the barn turned snack bar, I scraped the face of my big toe ascending the stairs. I didn’t care. Sucrose sweets, summertime treats belonged between my loosening teeth Rotting wood, bumblebees yellow plastic baseball bats rolling hills flowed in the break of trees God was shaking the dust out of his welcome mats At the time He appealed to me, because sunbeams were his...

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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...

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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 having an affair. Who’s only living interest, Is cutting earth’s green hair. She...

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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 having an affair. Who’s only living interest, Is cutting earth’s green hair. She...

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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 life brings contentment, indeed Knowing we will learn from misadventures God’s just The...

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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 day Together in the sun, in the fields they would stay Gently...

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There are people who drive tractors for a living There are people who ride motorcycles fast There are times when the two meet There are times when those meetings are bad There are times when it's fecking carnage There are times when the bike rider dies There are times when he's wrapped round the back wheel There are times when the...

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

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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...

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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 in her alcoves, spiders spin webs amongst her corroded remains. The...

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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....

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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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