My dad has told stories of when he was a boy.                                                                                  

he talks of a "Joker", a favorite toy.

It wasn't a tractor. it wasn't a truck.

But a lttle of each, a strange looking duck.

Part Dodge and part Chevy, part Case and part Deere,

Pieces hobbled together.  What was what, wasn't clear.

It could plow a field, and cut down the hay.

Bring the boys swimming and plow snow from the drive-way.

My dad came to visit, imagine my pride,

When I took him outside to show off my new "ride".

His eyes opened wide, I thought he was pleased.

"What is that!" were his words, I thought "Oh Dad, you're a tease."

"Why, a joker, of course", a big grin on my face,

"It's a real beauty." (Perhaps not in this case.)

She plows and she cuts, she loads and she rakes,

The joker on my farm is all that it takes.

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Posted by Anonymous

Ha,ha, thanks for the picture and poem- I think that's awesome!
(Is that an old chicken coop too?) LOL

-Illoura

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Posted by canadaroxieg9

Love it!! :)
Roxanne

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Posted by inthemeadow

Is it really yours? What all is it made from? Does it really work? Looks like something we'd own....lol!

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Posted by Abby

Thank you for stopping by my blog and taking time to comment. We would love to have this property , the slide show pics on my blog. Just very concerned about the creek.
Happy New Year ! Send snow !
Blessings
Abby

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Posted by bulldawglover

Cute Story!

~KAYLA

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Posted by canadaroxieg9

It is rather nice here~~too bad you couldn't come over for tea. hat would be sooo fun!
Roxanne

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