Romance at the Tractor Pull

Ma locked eyes with a diesel growl,
As Pa revved up with a rooster’s scowl.
She waved her bonnet, he spun the dirt,
Flung mud like love notes on her skirt.
Granny giggled from the hay bale row,
Yelled, “That’s how courtin’ oughta go!”
Cousin Lou proposed mid-tug,
Got a yes, then stalled near a jug.
The preacher blessed each gearshift kiss,
Declared them wed with grease and bliss.
A Ford and Deere, side by side,
Pulled more than weight–they pulled with pride.
Now every pull starts with a vow,
And ends with “MARRY ME” carved on a plow.
So if you seek true love’s loud call,
Just let your engine do it all.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on August 12, 2022 by Alan Nafzger

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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