John Deere Tractor

Today I was driving down Hy 530, and spotted a old tractor at rest, which reminded me of the many years spent in hay fields. I have fond memories of haying with my family.

My Poem

Rust covered Tractor's

always bring back,

Memories of day's

gone by and fond memories

of a childhood gone by.

gloria

Bucking Hay

Is

hay down your shirt,

hay in your hair,

it's hot,

sweat in your eye's.

sweat trickling down,

between your shoulders.

jeans stuck to your legs.

Tossing hay up,

into the truck.

Stacking ,

Tying

it all in together.

Riding on the tailgate,

bumping through the

flields.