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High and Low.

February 27, 2017

 

When I learned to drive a tractor,
Oh so many years ago.
It had no bells and whistles,
it did stop and pretty slow.

 

The brakes were independent,
if you removed the catch.
Then you could corner nicely 
as you rode around the patch.

 

The seat had a small cushion
made from a hessian sack,
padded with some old hay.
but it nearly broke your back.

 

There was no power steering
and if you hit a rock,
it would nearly break your fingers
and send you into shock.

 

If you were very lucky
you might have had a cab,
with mucky plastic windows,
ripped and pretty drab.

 

It was always very noisy,
so earmuffs were a must.
If you were rowing hay up
you'd need a mask against the dust.

 

If you were spreading bag muck
you lined up to a tree in the hedge.
There were no flashy  satellites,
this was farming on the edge.

 

To stop the three point linkage 
swaying to and fro,
you tied  it all together
and maintained a status quo.

 

And when the day was over
and you'd parked up in the yard,
you'd put a can on the exhaust pipe
if it was raining hard.

 

And if you had a struggle 
and the front was up in the air.
the cowman could sit on the bonnet,
you know he wouldn't care.

 

You didn't have a radio,
there was no mobile phone.
if you found you had a breakdown,
you were usually on your own.

 

Tractors are now so massive
compared to what I know.
But give me a little tractor
with a ratio high and low.
Jan Millward©
 

 

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