
Old tractors can’t retire with much dignity.
Ours rests over yonder, near the barn.
With winter’s cold, snow, and ice,
or dry poundings of hot summers,
she tries to show well, just a little rust,
peeling paint, heavy worn tires.
Made to plough and cumber a heavy beam,
an ox of steel and rubber, she carried men to work,
sowed seeds, and tilled the soil.
A mammoth farm and ranch hand, she
pushed and pulled cultivators and harrows,
drug fertilizer wagons,
pulled mowers, rakes, and bailers
with tires heavy with water and mud.
I still remember the day I first grabbed ahold
of her wheel learning to drive and work hard.
Thank you, my friend, for teaching me
so much about life, work, sweat, tears,
and the weather. But mostly about how
to age gracefully and with dignity.
Look both ways but history teaches more.
Mind the gaps, find the truth, keep your pride and dignity until a tractor retires.
Luv the passion in this piece.
Much💜love
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Thank you
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Beautiful, Bill
😁
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Thanks, Bear
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This is countrified epic! What a perfectly envisioned and well-written story with a deeply moving, metaphoric message. Thank you!🙏
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment, Gypsie.
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Now that is how you give thanks for all those hard years of work!
Lovely ode to a rusty old tractor! They are so cool to photograph when they are passed their prime…
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Thank you for your high praise, Dale. I couldn’t resist the call. I have many pictures of tractors that I’ve taken. In a way, each is both art and history.
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I believe you. And the fact you have many pictures proves my point 😉
Tell me, whose hands are on the keyboard on your header? 🙂
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I have no idea. 🤓
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Hehehehe…
And here I am – all my plans for yesterday’s dVerse and then today’s seemed so interesting and dammit. I just can’t keep up.
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I didn’t plan to post anything today. And FF will pop up in a few hours. But I do not work. If I did, all bets and posts would be off.
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Yeah. And I know what the picture is. 😉
And I dunno if I will play or not.
Because I am still thinking about today’s post. And the day before’s post.
And dammit. I sneak in a line or two whilst I should be doing stuff that bores me to tears… and when I’m not searching for a new job…
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I should pick a header image and leave it. But I can’t seem to do it. I hope you find a wonderful job that makes you happy 😊.
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Why? Ive had the same one since 2016… I’m thinking I’m due for a change!
Ugh. How about no job? Or one where I’m no one’s bitch? I wanna retort: do your own damn expense report! Do your own damn time sheet! Take all your gamebooks and shove them up your ass! I’ve been there for almost 13 months. About 10 too many.
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Why? I don’t know why. I try to make it fit with the mood of the post. I like the darkness of that one.
It sounds like you just need to be the boss. Dunna know about where you live, but so many seem to be leaving jobs here it is amazing. 🙂
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I meant why not change it as your mood suits?
Yeah. I need to be the boss of me. 😁
I dunno. Seems many work from home, too. I like having the interactions with peeps. I think a mix of the two would be good.
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That sounds good. I never worked from home. Not sure I would want to. Now, I kind of do (work for me and from home).
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I don’t know that I have the discipline to work from home. Well, I did when I catered, but that was different.
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Yes, I worried about my self-discipline if I had to work from home. I was more hands-on, “eyes and ears” type and I felt like my job required it. No longer an issue for me. 🙂
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I feel ya.
And I can’t wait for it to no longer be an issue …
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Happy hump day. 🙂
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And to you. Started by too early for me, thank you very much.
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🙂 I am going back to bed and let my muse figure out what to do with the pic Rochelle sent out this morning.
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I hope you sleep well. I did sort of from 4:30 to 6:15. Sigh. But I know exackery what Imma write!
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Teeing mine up now. 🙂
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Surprised I ended up playing!
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I had fun with this prompt. Glad you played. I will read as soon as finish all of this playing with. 🙂
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Shall be going to peruse yours shortly! 🙂
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You honored her well here. A lovely description: “an ox of steel and rubber”
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Thank you, Lisa.
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This is simply fantastic. I love how much you love your tractor.
❤
David
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Thank you, David. Everyone loves old tractors.
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Such a lovely ode to a tractor! It’s something I never would have thought of. Thank you so much!
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Thanks for wonderful comment, Merril.
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You’re very welcome, Bill!
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Wonderful tribute, full of imagery and thoughts that run with sincerity. Really enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Ain. Glad you liked it.
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An excellent lesson to learn!
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🙂
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There looks to be a lot of life left in that tractor, looks as though it (she?) is poised ready to fire up again.
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Indeed, Jane. Tractors have more lives than a cat.
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🙂
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“to age gracefully and with dignity.”
I love old tractors (and old trucks and cars, too)
An excellent tribute to a historic artifact.
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Thank you, Ron. A truck was under consideration and still is. 🙂
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My dad had an old Farmall. I swear to God, it looked just like this! Tractors are cool, way full of dignity even when stalled out behind an outbuilding. Thanks!!
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Thanks for the wonderful comment, Yvonne.
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sounds like a well loved tool … almost deserves a little retirement shed of its own 🙂
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Now you’ve made me remember my grandfather and his tractor. Machines have life too, if they are well-loved. (K)
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A good remembrance. A retired tractor becomes a work of art.
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There’s just something poetic by nature in an old tractor. That’s a beauty. I hope she still runs.
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Glad you liked it, Teresa.
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I love the way you portray that old friend, and I think she (or he) looks wonderful… can you make her move again?
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Glad you liked it, Bjorn. I suppose anything is possible, if not practicle.
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A great poem! Anyone who loves Farmall Tractors is a man after my own heart! Is that an H or an M? They are such wonderful old machines. My favorite was the M!
Dwight
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What a wonderful tribute to your trusty tractor and such a profound message!
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Thank you. 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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One of your best, Bill.
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Thank you, Sue.
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