my dad drove an orange tractor

in a sea of green he bobbed along
not one shiny surface
to catch the sun
except his eyes
sparkling and satisfied
to see the same soil yield
season after season

my dad drove an orange tractor

no flash
no glitz
no camouflage
no polish or pretense
but plenty of pride

my dad drove an orange tractor

a resourceful man on a rusty chariot
an unassuming man on unusual wheels
a quiet man on a colorful machine
a creative man on his own path

my dad drove an orange tractor