Walking the dog tonight
towards the lovely sunset sky of reds and oranges
watching the tractors approach
from waaaaay baack...
Then one arrived.
It was really really big.
Leap into the ditch and enter the field kind of big.
Fill the whole road
approaching cars pull into a driveway
kind of big.
And I was walking a dog
and a tractor crazy kid along the road.
Apparently Harvest=Hurry
A ben quote
"mama, that big old dusty combine operator
should share the road!"
He (the crotchety old combine operator) saved himself though
by waving back at the wee one.
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