Here is a poem that I found in an old set of books called "Farm Knowledge" copyright 1918. These verses were first published in the Kansas City Star. There was no title or author given, just the verse. Make up your own. I have typed this up and printed out on some "fancy" paper for framing in my office.The tractor on the farm arose Before the dawn at four;
It milked the cows and washed the clothes, And finished every chore. Then forth it went into the field Just at the break of day;
It reaped and threshed the golden grain And hauled it all away. It plowed the field that afternoon, And when the job was through,
It hummed a pleasant little tune And churned the butter, too: And pumped the water for the stock, And ground a crib of corn;
And hauled the baby round the block To still its cries forlorn. Thus ran the busy hours away, By many a labor blest;
And yet when fell the twilight gray The tractor had no rest. For while the farmer, peaceful-eyed, Read by the tungsten glow,
The patient tractor stood outside And ran the dynamo.
Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. Feel free to use it as you wish.
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