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
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
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.