Funny Sexy John Deere Poem
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Farming
Page Toppers
- American Farmer
- At Dwelling house on the Range
- Cowtown Cuties
- Downward on the 'Funny' Farm
- Farm Livin' is the Life for Me
- The Farmer in the Dell
- Farmers are down to earth.
- Funny Farm
- Good Fences Make Good Neighbors
- Proud to Be a Farmer
- That's My Babe B'gosh! (overall pictures)
- Welcome to Our Funny Farm
- Ye Old Homestead
- Ye Olde Subcontract
Quotes
- Agronomics is the earliest and nearly honorable of arts. (Rousseau)
- The country life is to exist preferred, for there nosotros see the works of God; merely in cities little else but the works of men. And the one makes a better subject for contemplation than the other. (William Penn)
- Don't shoot the I.R.South. man, only give him your ranch and in a few months he'll shoot himself.
- The glory of the farmer is that, in the division of labors, it is his office to create. All merchandise rests at terminal on his primitive action. He stands close to Nature; he obtains from the earth the staff of life and the meat. The food which was not, he causes to exist. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
- He who marries a wife reared on the land marries strength and purity and pity. (Beecher)
- I am not bound for whatever public place, but for ground of my ain where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the solar day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. (Wendell Berry)
- I wasn't born on a subcontract, but I got here every bit fast as I could!
- Ironically, rural America has become viewed past a growing number of Americans as having a college quality of life not because of what it has, but rather considering of what it does not take! (Don A. Dillman)
- Man--despite his creative pretensions, his sophistication, and his many accomplishments--owes his existence to a six inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains.
- Question on a Department of Agriculture survey:
"Which pest gives me the most trouble?"
"That's an piece of cake one to answer--the Department of Agriculture!" - Lord's day, soil and rain come together in Iowa every bit in no other country. Poet Robert Frost, who lived on New England's rocky slopes, once looked at Iowa'southward thick, black soil and said, "It looks expert plenty to swallow without putting it through vegetables."
- There is ever a different, more than kindly look in the optics of women who live on the country.
- To life happily in the state one must have the soul of a poet, the mind of a philosopher, the simple needs of a hermit--and a practiced station wagon.
- To ain a chip of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life--this is the commonest delight of the race, the nigh satisfactory affair a man tin can do. (Charles Dudley Warner)
- Wife to farmer as they return home at sunset:
"Thanks for a wonderful holiday, I enjoyed the whole mean solar day."
Anoint Our Family Subcontract
(Edward C. Schaefer)
O Lord, please anoint this land nosotros farm,
our buildings, domicile and all the rest.
Protect the seed we plant in spring,
and send the rain to do its best.
Requite us the wisdom to tend your land,
and practise our all-time and what we know.
Please help the seeds we planted,
to multiply and grow.
Command your elements to be kind,
and guard our crops out in the field.
Bless our farm at harvest time,
and fill up our bins with a grateful yield.
We cheers for these special gifts,
you've granted through the year.
But most of all, we cheers, Lord,
for our family shut and love.
Farm Alphabet
A is for the apples that grow on trees.
B is for the befouled where animals live.
C is for the cow that gives milk.
D is for the domestic dog that guards the sheep.
E is for the eggs we swallow for breakfast.
F is for the farmer who works on the farm.
Yard is for the garden where food is grown.
H is for the horses and the hay they eat.
I is for the ice cream that is made from milk.
J is for the jelly that nosotros eat on toast.
K is for the kids which are baby goats.
L is for the lambs that supply us with fleece.
M is for the milk that we like to drink.
North is for the nest in which eggs are laid.
O is for the overalls that some farmers vesture.
P is for the pigs that cool off in the mud.
Q is for the quilts that proceed us warm.
R is for the rooster who crows in the morning time.
S is for the silo where silage is kept.
T is for the turkey we consume at Thanksgiving.
U is for the udder that y'all detect on a cow.
V is for the vines where pumpkins abound.
Due west is for the wool that we get from sheep.
X is for X-mas-tree farms where we purchase our tree.
Y is for the yarn that is fabricated from fleece.
Z is for the zinnia, a flower that's nice.
The Farmer
Dominicus is coming upwards
Farmer'south out the door,
He will become to milk the cows,
And get-go his daily chores.
Lord's day is going down
Horse is in the stable,
All the fields are planted now,
Supper's on the tabular array.
Farming
(Rea Williams)
Farming has always brought me peace,
Information technology's a partnership with God--
I found the seeds, He makes them abound
Where before in that location was merely sod.
Through hot summer days I cultivate,
He sends sun and rain--
Then when fall cools the air
There's harvest of gilded grain.
Farmers Don't Get Snowdays!
There will be no farms closed this calendar week because of common cold temperatures. Farmers volition however be out in the cold and blowing snow tending to their livestock. They will be praying for the mechanism to work, the fences to stay put, and that the axe won't interruption when trying to open water tanks. If you know a farmer, tell them thanks!
Things a Good Farmer Knows
- E'er drink upstream from the herd.
- A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
- Do not corner something that you lot know is meaner than you.
- Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you lot none.
- It is a rule of nature that taking a mean solar day off on a farm sets a person back at least a week. (Jane Hamilton)
- Life is simpler when yous plow around the stump.
- Timing has a lot to practise with the outcome of a rain dance.
Dust-Bowl Farmer
(Edna Becker)
A two-weeks' stubble was on his chin,
His overalls were worn and sometime
His hands were easily of toil.
He had seen the scourging dust
Destroy his greening wheat, and now
His fields stretch to the sky,
A barren waste product.
But in his veins the blood of sturdy pioneers
Ran cool,
And he, seasoned past the endless air current,
The blazing dominicus, the drought, the lonely plains,
Looked at the ground and said,
"I aim to try again."
You Might Be a Farmer If...
- Your domestic dog rides in your truck more than your wife.
- You lot convince your wife that an overnight, out-of-state trip for equipment parts is a vacation.
- You accept had to wash off with a garden hose before your wife would let yous in the house.
- You lot've never thrown abroad a 5-gallon bucket.
- Y'all have used baling wire to attach a license plate.
- You have used a chain saw to remodel your house.
- You remember the seed population and yields on a farm you rented ten years ago, but cannot recall your wife'southward birthday.
- Yous have fibbed to a mechanic about how ofttimes you greased a piece of equipment.
- You have used a velvetleaf establish every bit toilet newspaper.
- You lot have driven off the road while examining your neighbors crops.
The Tuft of Flowers 
(Robert Frost)
I went to turn the grass one time afterward ane
Who mowed information technology in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
I looked for him backside an island of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been--alone.
"As all must be," I said within my eye,
"Whether they work together or autonomously."
But every bit I said information technology, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er the night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight get round and circular,
Equally were some flowers lay withering on the footing.
And and then he flew as far as eye could see,
And and then on tremulous wing came back to 'em.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would take turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my centre to wait
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of flower the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
Past leaving them to flourish, non for usa,
Nor all the same to depict ane thought of ours to him,
Only from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, A message from the dawn,
That fabricated me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his assistance,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly voice communication
With one whose idea I had not hoped to attain.
"Men work together," I told him from the centre,
"Whether they work together or apart."
The Farmer
(Sue Ikerd)
He has been a farmer all of his life,
long before he took a married woman,
he knew he was meant to work the soil.
His days on this world would exist spent in toil,
planting the crops and immigration the land.
This was all part of the Primary's Programme.
As in his father'southward and grandfather'due south days.
For generations this had been the ways.
in which they would work the land and the sod,
drawing nearer to nature and communing with God.
To each of his neighbors he lent a paw
They worked together to farm the land,
in autumn when the harvest came,
each ane in turn did the same.
All through the calendar week they labored each twenty-four hours,
just on the Sabbath they gathered to pray.
To thank Him for His blessings and love,
what they gathered on earth had come from above . . .
When his children were born he watched them abound.
He taught them the lessons so they would know,
and larn the ways of country and farm,
of love, truth, respect and to practice no harm
to creature on land or those in the air,
and to be expert stewards of the state in their intendance.
He watched them ride horses and float down the stream,
but he knew that their hereafter could not be his dream.
This farmer he realizes that he has wealth across measure,
because here on this farm he has plant all his treasure.
With his family around him, for wealth there's no need.
With all of His blessings he's a rich man indeed.
His breed is a rare ane, information technology'south becoming extinct,
with this globe's busy lifestyle, at that place's no time to think.
Life's becoming too hectic and people miss out,
on all of the beauty that lies roundabout.
This farmer can see it as he goes through his days,
From bird's nests to sunsets, each gratis for the gaze.
The path that he'south taken is different than virtually.
He's content in his middle and has no need to avowal.
His drumbeat is different but he follows its sounds,
with his dog past his side he walks over this ground,
of the land that he loves, he volition practise information technology no impairment,
The identify of his nascency, the quondam family subcontract.
New Neighbors
(Harry Elmore Hurd)
He ambled toward us, followed by his true cat,
with ill-curtained intention to inquire
who we were and why nosotros crossed his fields
. . . And then nosotros met him, answering desire
with Yankee terseness, telling him that
we were his new neighbors.
"So!" he said, "so yous're the folks
who've just moved in. I'1000 feared you'll
exist lonesome when the drifts pile so loftier
yous just can see the poles stick through
the snowfall."
"Not usa," my married woman assured, "with stars
to touch and applewood to burn and books
to know a little meliorate, we shall be
allowed to isolation."
"Due west-a-ll," he drawled, "I guess you lot'll do."
Glancing at the platinum moon, he challenged,
"Own't that overnice? Folks never see it
quite so clear in any city."
I agreed with him and told him he had
named 1 good and necessary reason why
we must have leeway. The old homo's
eyes grew strangely soft.
"You must come
circular right soon and meet my married woman. She
makes apple pies a man cannot forget,
with crusts as calorie-free as air. She might
cut yous a foursquare . . . she might."
The Superlative 10 Reasons Farm Trucks are Never Stolen
They have a range of most 20 miles before they overheat, breakdown or run out of gas.
Only the owner knows how to operate the door to get in or out.
Information technology is difficult to drive fast with all the fence tools, grease rags, ropes, chains, syringes, buckets, boots and loose papers in the cab.
It takes too long to start and the smoke coming up through the rusted-out floorboard clouds your vision.
The Border Collie on the toolbox looks mean.
They're also easy to spot. The description might get something similar this: The driver's side door is red, the rider side door is dark-green, the correct front fender is xanthous, etc.
The large round bale in the back makes it hard to run into if you're being chased. You could use the mirrors if they weren't cracked and covered with duct tape.
Top speed is just about 45 mph.
Who wants a truck that needs a yr's worth of maintenance, u-joints, $3,000 in torso work, tail-lights and windshield.
It is hard to commit a crime with everyone waving at you.
A Farmer'due south View of Those in Charge
(Vana E. Prouse)
This is rather controversial but information technology adds a little humour to an otherwise sad situation.
THE LOCAL BANKER
Leaps tall buildings in a single bound;
is more powerful than a locomotive;
is faster than a speeding bullet;
thinks he can walk on h2o;
gives policy to God.
THE PRESIDENT
Leaps brusk buildings with a running start and favorable winds;
is about equally powerful as a toy locomotive;
is slower than a speeding bullet;
walks on water in his indoor swimming pool;
talks to God if special request is granted.
THE STATE GOVERNOR
Makes loftier marks on the wall when trying to bound tall buildings;
is run over by a locomotive;
can sometimes fire a gun without inflicting self-injury;
canis familiaris paddles;
talks to animals if they'll heed.
THE SENATOR
Can't even notice a tall building;
plays with his toy train;
shoots himself in the foot almost every time;
takes a respirator to the pool;
talks only at ballot time.
THE Commune REPRESENTATIVE
Runs into buildings;
recognizes locomotives ii times out of three;
is non issued armament;
can stay afloat with his inflatable ducky;
talks to walls.
THE ASCS Function Director
Falls over doorsteps when trying to enter buildings;
says look at the choo-choo;
wets himself with a water pistol;
plays in mud puddles;
mumbles to himself.
THE AMERICAN FARMER
Lifts tall buildings and walks under them;
Kicks locomotives off the tracks;
Catches speeding bullets between his teeth then eats them;
freezes water at a single glance;
walks and talks with God.
Songs about Farming
- American Farmer - The Charlie Daniels Band (1985)
- Inquire Any Farmer - John McCutcheon (1990)
- Back on the Subcontract - The Thompson Brothers Band (1998)
- Back to the Farm - Walter Brennan (1960)
- Black-land Farmer - Sleepy LaBeef (1971)
- Cadillac Ranch - Chris LeDoux (1993)
- Downwardly on the Subcontract - Guitar Gabriel (1970)
- Dryland Farm - The Maines Brothers Band (1990)
- Farm Sale - Garnet Rogers (1986)
- Farm in New Hampshire - Robert Blake (2003)
- Subcontract Relief Vocal - Uncle Dave Macon (2002)
- Subcontract Road 40 - The Maines Brothers Band (1980)
- Farmer John - The Premiers (1964)
- Farmer Went Out for Some Beer, The - Rolf Harris (1964)
- Farmer'south Daughter - Merle Haggard (2004)
- Farmer's Former Wife - Linda Hargrove (1973)
- Flatland Farmer - The Maines Brothers Band (1982)
- Gray True cat on a Tennessee Farm - Freight Hoppers (1996)
- Honest Farmer, The - Hedy West (1964)
- I Was Raised Downward on the Subcontract - Wynn Stewart (1979)
- Junior's Farm - Wings (1974)
- Maggie's Subcontract - Bob Dylan (1965)
- Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch - Clark Family (2001)
- My Sweet Subcontract Girl - New Lost City Ramblers (1961)
- N Dakota Farm Boy - Randi Perkins (2008)
- One-time Farm for Auction, An - Cowboy Copas (1949)
- One-Man Ranch - Brigadier Jerry (1995)
- Proud to Exist a Farmer - KJ (2005)
- Ranch Manus - Howe Gelb (2008)
- Ranch Land - Vince Bell (2007)
- Ranch, The - Mark Bruland (2004)
- Ranches and Rivers - Joe Ely (1995)
- Rockin' the Ranch - Michael Rose (2007)
- Tim Moore's Farm - Lightnin' Hopkins (1949)
- When Alice Comes Back to the Subcontract - The Move (1970)
Prairies, Fields and Crops
Page Toppers
- After the Harvest
- Field of Yellow Daisies
- The Green Green Grass of Abode
- Greener Pastures
- Home Sweetness Home on the Prairie
Harvest
(Mary Hollingsworth from Wichita)
Buckin' bales,
Whackin' wheat . . .
Oh, my achin' back and feet!
Fannin' flies,
Wipin' sweat,
Dreadin' rain nosotros're bound to go.
Cut 'n dump,
Haul 'n scoop,
Watery tea and lukewarm soup.
Foggin' clay,
Rig bankrupt down,
Run to choice up parts in town.
Done at final!
Crops all in . . .
Time to plow and constitute once more.
To Make a Prairie
(Emily Dickinson)
To make a prairie information technology takes clover and one bee;
1 clover and a bee,
And reverie
The reverie lone will practice
If bees are few.
Page Ideas
- Strips of light-green (multiple shades) as a 2" bottom border, similar crops in fields. Or utilise ////// diagonal strips. Silhouette tractor picture and use it every bit the dice-cut in the 'field'.
- Cut the word 'harvest' out of photos of wheat fields.
Songs about Prairies and Meadows
- Some other Prairie - Russ Barenberg (1983)
- Back on the Texas Plains - Riley Puckett (1939)
- Beautiful Prairie Rose - Bryan Akipa (2006)
- Coffin Me Not on the Lone Prairie - Johnny Carter (1965)
- Bury Me Out on the Prairie - Doc Hopkins (1944)
- Comport Me Back to the Lone Prairie - Carson Robison (1941)
- Clover in the Meadow - Shirley Jones (1957)
- Night Prairie - John Stewart and Buffy Ford (1968)
- Deer in a Riverside Meadow - Valerie Blessley (2004)
- Deer in the Meadow - Wynn Erickson (2008)
- Grazin' in Greener Pastures - Ray Price (1970)
- Greenish Pastures - The Lewis Family (1986)
- Heather Meadows - Larry Knechtel (1979)
- Home on the Range - Judy Coder (2000)
- Home Sweet Home on the Prairie - Carson Robison (1936)
- Little Rose of the Prairie - Judy Coder (2002)
- Alone Prairie, The - King Curtis (1961)
- Lower Forty - Bulge Ives (1964)
- Mary, the Prairie and I - Texas Jim Lewis (1940)
- Meadowgreen - The Browns (1965)
- Meadowland - Gene Krupa and His Orchestra (1961)
- Meadowlands - Ted Beneke and His Orchestra (1950)
- Moonlight on the Prairie - Sons of the Pioneers (1934)
- Mother Prairie - Ted Beneke (1949)
- My Brown-Eyed Prairie Rose - Wilf Carter (1938)
- My Little Prairie Flower - Texas Jim Lewis (1942)
- My Prairie Rose - Montana Slim (1959)
- Open Spaces, Prairie Winds - Tom May (1994)
- Out on the Solitary Prairie - Judy Coder (2002)
- Out on the Western Plains - Erik Darling (1994)
- Over in the Meadow - Bob Gibson (1957)
- Pastures of Enough - Ramblin' Jack Elliott (1995)
- Prairie - Dave McEnery (1950)
- Prairie Blues - Ferrante and Teicher (1959)
- Prairie Girl - Sons of the San Joaquin (1995)
- Prairie Greyness - The New Colony Six (1969)
- Prairie is Still, The - Gordon MacRae (1950)
- Prairie Lullaby - Stephanie Davis (1996)
- Prairie Lullaby - Don Edwards (1993)
- Prairie Moon - Tish Hinojosa (1992)
- Prairie Rose - Big State (1998)
- Prairie Serenade - Riders in the Sky (1982)
- Prairie Town - Randy Bachman (1993)
- Prairie Hymeneals - Marker Knopfler (2000)
- Prairie Wind - Neil Immature (2005)
- Pride of the Prairie - Judy Coder (2002)
- There'southward a Rainbow Over the Range - Sons of the San Joaquin (2006)
- There'due south Nobody Dwelling on the Range Anymore - Chris LeDoux (1976)
- There'southward Mist Around the Prairie Moon This night - The Six Bar Cowboys (1949)
- Tree in the Meadow, A - Margaret Whiting (1948)
- Twilight on the Prairie - Wilf Carter (1934)
- West Texas Plains - Rosie Flores (1992)
- Wild Prairie - Linda McCartney (1998)
Songs well-nigh Fields
- Cotton Fields - The Highwaymen (1961)
- Field of Flowers - Vernon Oxford (1967)
- Field of Yellow Daisies - Charlie Rich (1974)
- Fields of Alfalfa - Bill Frisell (2004)
- Fields of Clover - The Box Tops (1968)
- Fields of Grayness - Bruce Hornsby (1993)
- Fields of Northward Dakota - Brad Dunse (2009)
- Flowers from the Fields of Alabama - Norman Blake (2001)
- Green Acres - Eddie Albert (1965)
- Greenfields - The Brothers Four (1960)
- He Will Set Your Fields on Fire - Kitty Wells (1959)
- Hundred and Threescore Acres, A - Riders in the Sky (1998)
- I Call up the Cornfields - Ralph Flanagan (1951)
- Lower Xl - Bulge Ives (1964)
- Plum-Colored Fields - Seth Kaufman (1999)
- Strawberry Fields Forever - Terri Hollowell (1978)
- Xxx-2 Acres - The Bluegrass Cardinals (1979)
- Trouble in the Fields - Nanci Griffith (1993)
- Wheat Field Lady - John Stewart (1974)
- Wheat Fields of Due south Dakota - Wishing Chair (2000)
Songs most Clover
- Bed of Clover - The Dillards (1992)
- Clover Blossoms - Michael Feeney (2007)
- Clover in the Meadow - Shirley Jones (1957)
- Crimson and Clover - Tommy James and the Shondells (1969)
- Fields of Clover - The Box Tops (1968)
- 4-Leafage Clover Blues - Four Aces of Western Swing (1948)
- I'k in Clover - The Merry Macs (1955)
- I'yard Looking Over a Four-Leafage Clover - Freddie Morgan (1965)
- Proper Four-Leaf Clover, The - Every Mother's Son (1967)
- Texas Clover - Paul Ray and the Cobras (1975)
Barns 
Page Toppers
- Barn Trip the light fantastic toe This evening
- Bless This Barn
- Were You Born in a Barn?
Page Ideas
- Make a barn from cranberry paper, use white to make hayloft window and big door.
- Cut off the top of the schoolhouse to brand a befouled. Follow the camber of the roof and bong--there will be a flat spot but it looks OK. Use a 2" strip of brown newspaper for a bottom edge. Set the barn up on the strip and so information technology looks like it is in the distance. Scatter farm brute stickers close to the bottom of the strip and then they appear in the foreground. Yous can open the barn doors.
A Befouled is a Phenomenon
(Ralph W. Seager)
Hither is a miracle painted red,
A atmospheric condition vane upon its head
With sliding panels in the walls,
The hidden doors and secret stalls.
The wheat upon this threshing floor
Once stood in acres, score on score;
And all of June stacked in this pile
Was hay and clover by the mile.
With summer high up in the mows
To a higher place the sheep, higher up the cows,
The small teeth nibbling in the bin . . .
So winter's barn takes all things in.
Here, in this small and magic box,
The farmer crowds his fields and flocks;
Arithmetic tin can never tell
How one barn holds the subcontract so well.
Songs about Barns
- Barnyard Boogie - Louis Jordan (1948)
- Born in a Barn - Bluish Highway (2004)
- Going to the Barn Dance Tonight - Slim Dusty (1995)
- May I Slumber in Your Befouled Tonight, Mister? - Spencer Moore (2007)
- Out Backside the Barn - Piddling Jimmy Dickens (1954)
- Shindig in the Barn - Tommy Collins (1968)
- Tucker's Befouled - Doc Watson (1987)
Tractors
Folio Toppers
- Girls Drive Tractors, Also
- Greenish Power
- I Dig Guys That Drive Tractors
- My Other Machine is a Tractor
- Nothing Runs Like a Deere™
- Real Women Drive Tractors
- Have Me for a Ride on Your Big Greenish Tractor
Quotes
- A bumble bee is faster than a John Deere tractor.
- A farmer tills it like it is.
- Farming looks mighty easy when your plough is a pencil and you're a thousand miles from the corn field.
- Friends don't let friends bulldoze dark-green tractors.
- Friends don't allow friends drive red tractors.
- It takes a magnum to impale a deere.
- Tractors are like watermelons--the red information technology adept and you throw away the light-green.
- Tractor pulls are for people who can't understand wrestling.
Songs about Tractors
- Big Dark-green Tractor - Jason Aldean (2009)
- Friends With Tractors - Rodney Atkins (2010)
- John Deere Green - Joe Diffie (1994)
- John Deere Letter - Ricky Lee Phelps (2003)
- John Deere Tractor - The Judds (1991)
- John Deere Tractor Song, The - Pure Texas Ring (1994)
- John Deere Yeller - Johnny Dowd (1997)
- She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy - Kenny Chesney (2000)
- Sweet Allis Chalmers - State Gazette (1982)
- As well Wet to Plow - Dusty Drake (2003)
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Quotes, Jokes and Page Ideas
- Information technology is good for younger people to see how things were done earlier modern conveniences when yous saturday in the tractor exposed to the cold, heat and pelting. These tractors were earlier ac, heat and stereos. This also gives the older people an opportunity to relive memories. (Gerald Anderson)
- It's good way to relax when I come home from the road. When yous're out at that place on the tractor there's nobody to bother yous. (Sterling Marlin, NASCAR racer)
- A motorist, after existence bogged down in a muddy route, paid a passing farmer $10 to pull him out with his tractor. Back on dry ground the motorist remarked to the farmer, "At $10 a crevice I'd think you lot'd be busy pulling people out of the mud night and solar day."
"Wish I could," replied the farmer. "Only at nighttime I have to haul h2o for the hole." - There are only three things that can impale a farmer: lightning, rolling over in a tractor, and old historic period. (Neb Bryson)
- When I retired I didn't know what I was going to do. Then my son bought this tractor. (Leonard Lussier)
- A Tractor Upwards Close
Songs nearly Wagons
- Don't Worry 'Bout the Mule, Just Load the Wagon - Hairdresser (1968)
- Become Aboard My Wagon - Terry Fell and the Fellers (1955)
- Stagecoach - Sil Austin (1954)
- Wagon Wheels - Eddie Dean (1976)
- Wagons Ho! - Lew Douglas Orchestra (1964)
- Wagons West - Sons of the Pioneers (1950)
- Wheels Savage off the Wagon Again, The - Johnny Dollar (1967)
Hay 
Quotes
- Farmer to wife at breakfast: "I've been baling hay for three weeks, Mary. Do yous have to feed me shredded wheat?"
- I'grand a farm boy. If we need five people to booty in hay, we don't take 1 and merely work them to expiry. (Lincoln Davis)
- Make hay while the sun shines. (Former Maxim)
- There is no reason to fright the wind if your stack of hay is well tied. (Irish Proverb)
Songs about Hay
- Carolina Hayride - Jim Bows and the Flycatchers (2009)
- Fields of Alfalfa - Bill Frisell (2004)
- Goin' on a Hayride - Marylee (2009)
- Gonna Take My Baby on a Hayride - Jimmy Boyd (1957)
- Hay Baling Time - Jason Ringenberg (2000)
- Hayride - The Crickets (1972)
- At Hay Cut Time - Connie Dover (1994)
- Sweet Prairie Hay - George Highfill (2006)
Ah, Wilderness!
(by William Mueller)
People who have never made hay think of it as a unproblematic procedure. A machine shaped like a flattened dinosaur is pulled behind a tractor. From the end of this fearsome machine-monster, bales are belched at regular intervals.
Later, another tractor appears, pulling a wagon with some people standing on it. Abreast the wagon walk other people, who pause to fetch these bales, turning them over to the people on the carriage who cheerfully stack them in neat rows.
The reason anybody is and then cheerful is obvious--they are communing with nature. No doubt they will soon be served 1 of those famous farm-style meals in the shade of a huge tree.
I have made hay when information technology almost turned out like this. But I do meet two things wrong with the vision. First, something ordinarily takes identify to brand haymaking less than perfect; and second, there are as many means to make hay as in that location are people doing information technology.
You can blow it, pile it, compress it, or tie it--with twine or wire. Information technology can be shaped into rectangles and cubes, or exist made to look like shredded wheat, or loaves or bread, or behemothic mushrooms, or the dash marks a author uses in his copy - - -.
What does it all mean? Well, for one thing, it ways in that location is more than to this haymaking than meets the eye. It is non all beer and skittles, as the urban transcendentalist would assume.
Say, for example, you are to load 60-pound bales into a flatbed truck. The field is three-quarters of a mile long, then yous accept the job in the back of the truck.
What you find soon enough is that each time, as regular as clockwork, y'all stack the bales upwardly to the fifth row, information technology is necessary to accomplish over your caput to practice so. Each fourth dimension you swing a bale to that height it pinches the muscles in your shoulders, and your legs begin to shudder, and your breadbasket tightens.
Sound terrible? But that is a like shooting fish in a barrel compared to the loading of round bales, and you must use a hook to hoist them aboard. About round bales counterbalance seventy to eighty pounds, and the ones I worked with were wrapped in wire.
Wire can cutting the palm of your manus to shreds. Information technology can leave your fingers numb for days. Even with a very precipitous hook the haymaker must be careful to aim the hook at a precise angle when sticking the bale, considering it volition careen off the tightly packed bale and consummate its arc in the meat of your leg.
Once you take sunk into the bale, then it is snapped off the ground quickly, swung on lath with a twist of the wrist, defenseless on the hip, swung, and dropped on the pile.
At the speed you must go, a person before long begins taking shortcuts. Yous catch the bales on the thigh, and instead of using your artillery and shoulders, you use your wrists. Past the cease of the day your legs are trembling so badly yous can barely stand up. But the wrists have the worst chirapsia. The abiding strain of the bales makes every tendon ache. Later on it is over, you lot tin can barely hold a loving cup of h2o to your lips.
Many times, everything about the haymaking has been adept except for a single item. Perchance the dust is and then thick around stacked hay that you cannot breath, or the heat in the loft makes your body slick with sweat, which mixes with straw to run into your optics, merely there is no dry spot to wipe your eyes clear, so you piece of work on--half blind.
Or perhaps you are stacking round bales in long rows and the bottom row gives way, sending them collapsing down effectually your legs and knocking yous over. Or maybe information technology is the wire that has worked through your gloves, or one muscle you pull early in the twenty-four hours.
But I have to admit in that location are many good things about haymaking. The smell of fresh-cut hay is an aroma a person recognizes for the rest of his life. He sucks it eagerly into his lungs no thing what he has gone on to be.
And there are things about a hay-making twenty-four hour period that can only exist felt after you take lived through it--the way the sun looks going downwards with the last load, the sound the tractor makes opening up on the route with your last trip to the barn.
And at that place is the mode people can come up together in haymaking and reach a point where no one needs to speak to be understood. It is an exhausted, peaceful, accomplished time.
It is the sort of time nosotros could use always.
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