The Old Tractor (Acrostic) Poem by Kim Barney
The Old Tractor (Acrostic)
Just one of many childhood memories
Our old tractor was one I drove a lot
How reliable it was I can recall
Now I think it shall never be forgot
Distance and time cannot the mem'ry dim
Ever will I remember those old days
Endless hours I heard that putt-putt-putt
Riding forever, my mind in a daze
Enduring endless torture to my butt
Notice that I didn't say they were GOOD memories. Sometimes the 'good old days' weren't all that good. But it was a GOOD tractor. One of the best. Amazingly, it had just one cylinder.
When I think back, I wonder why we didn't put some sort of cushion on that hard metal seat.
The tractor in the picture is not the one we had, but it is closer in looks than any other picture I could find.
Memory of the past relating to a tactor has been nicely depicted. Beautiful poem. Thank you much.
My dad had a similar one. I think it had a square seat with a thin cushion. I remember riding with him on a cold day and being somewhat warmed by the hot exhaust. Thanks for the memories.
I wish I had a picture of the actual tractor. I don't remember if it only had one front wheel or two small ones very close together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 12:04:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You certainly bottomed that one, Kim. I'd have loved to ride a tractor down our narrow country lanes and see how many cars I could collect behind me! A great memory.