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When I was born my grandpa thought,
Move up in times and so he bought,
A tractor new, an orange bright,
With me today so thought I’d write.
He kept his team of matching grey,
They quite a sight, so large were they,
He kept them till their lives were through,
It was just right for they were due.
I rode with him, sat on his lap,
To home from fields, turned over black,
On dusty roads, through pastures green,
Through wooded hills and gurgling streams.
I later helped and drove for him,
Till it was mine at final hymn,
And then my girls rode on my lap,
Till moved away, now they are back.
I’ve carried seven grandkids too,
Forget their friends though quite a few,
It is quite nice to drive around,
No need for roads just solid ground.
I use it still, now sixty years,
It works just fine in all five gears,
When cutting wood I like to haul,
Large logs up grades at just a crawl.
I rake the hay in summer time,
It takes me back when in my prime,
When I could work from dawn to dark,
For now it seems I’ve lost that spark.
This year starts new for fifth in line,
First ride for her but last of mine,
My daughter asked if I would give,
This friend to her, while I still live.
I guess its right, I earned my due,
Though I don’t think she thought or knew,
My grandson now will help rebuild,
This tractor old, my life fulfilled.
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Grandpa’s Tractor…
Wandika 3-27-2008
Author notes
Picture of my Grandpa's Tractor
A contest entry
- Rhyming Rumble 1 ( part one of a 3 part series ) by RuthKephart.
525 points, ended April 5, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a marvelous story poem..and I love when a poem has personal meaning. Really enjoyed this read. Congrats on the HM.
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Thank you
I appreciate your reading "Grandpa's Tractor..." It is a true story and now with a Great Grandson on the way possible another rider to go with me.
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Just back for another look
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Jim another gem from that old pen of yours.I love poems that tell stories of ones life. You certainly have that off pat Great work good luck in the contest
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What a joy to enjoy. You truly are a master when it comes to rhyme my friend. I LOVED this. Best of luck in the contest. ~Pamela
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what a lovely write, this reminds me of my fathers old tractor which he still has, and used to drive me around on his knee. He's got a 39' ford and a 44' massey furgussen. Mostly used for clearing the snow and getting wood for winter and cutting the large lawn
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So glad you decided to join in the festivities and entered this grand write. Beautiful use of meter and rhyme and what a wonderful story you've told here. Even better than the passing on of this old work horse is the tridition you've established that will live on long after you've left these earthly bounds Thanks for the entry and best wishes in the contest...I see judging won't be easy
Ruth
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Yep.
They do not make them like they used to do anymore? Antique tractors today are quite the rage and to have one that has worked for that long. I know you have a prize there Jim.
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This is incredible. Such a lovely write and such good solid memories. Good luck in the contest.
Lady D
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NICE WORK JIM! I enjoyed this one. To me one of your best works thus far! Sure brought back some memories to you. THANKS AGAIN JIM!
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Jim,
I really liked this...reminded me of a country song:
"She thinks my Tractors Sexy"
ever hear it?
Thanks for visiting my poems.
Cheryl
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