Major Marjoram stood at his farmyard gate
Legs wide in a strong farmer’s gait
Arms folded over his satisfied chest
And beamed as he’d done muchly of late
Much too muchly
He changed his beam to a scowl
Fast before the wind could howl
A beam might encourage the sun
The sun wouldn’t help the mud to run
The sun would encourage the mud to dry
Then he’d have every camera-toting hiker passing by
crispina kemp 
Mud of any condition doesn’t seem to deter you!
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If it’s deeper than my shoes, only then is it a no-go
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Love the color of that tractor!
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I have a minor obsession over farm equipment, especially tractors
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Farming is so absolutely dependent on the cooperation of the weather- I cannot blame the Major for trading his smile in for a scowl in light of all the rain you all have had!
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Rain at this season isn’t so bad, even on clay soils. The worst rain comes in summer when the cereals stand high and ready for cutting and one summer storm can flatten and drench it. Crop ruined.
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He’s rightly proud of the tractor 🚜
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That’s a beast, isn’t it. Though I have to say, it’s not a John Deere! 🤪
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Lol 😂😂😂😂
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Mud, mud and more… Such a lovely tractor though!
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I love tractors, and farm buildings and… things
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