Tractor
By TractorMan
The weather is just right The field is ready I doff my cap and overalls With a whine and a sputter and a little bit of smoke The old Ford comes to life with a coughing jolt My oldest son smiles Into third gear and the clutch is engaged Out on the acreage mowing the sage Round and round we go over the field The yard’s looking great before the first snow A rabbit is flushed and off he goes Chased to the fence by canine foes Oh this is the life I tell my son A man and his tractor and a job well done Written September 13th, 2001 © on Sep 12 2001 11:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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"The weather is just right..."