Traffic in Farm Country
by Ethel Pontsler
Trucks, wagons, tractors, pulling a load
travel unhurried
down old country roads .
outside my window their world is alive;
those drivers just kids when they learned
how to drive.
A weed sprayer spider-like, Star Wars invention?
high wheels and small cab and hoses that flow;
unwelcomed
weeds gone, that is the intention;
corn planted weeks ago, now free to grow.
All sorts of machinery - a non-farmer puzzle,
In bright
John Deere colors, and driven with pride
slowed to a crawl, gotta wait for an opening,
You can't pass them
ever, they're all double wide.