John Deere Hay

While traveling across the country I saw the most pleasant sights Fields of fresh baled hay Made everything seem so right Wonderful green machines A dust cloud hovering ‘round Clattering and clanging I love that John Deere sound Old homesteads been around For fifty years or more Hard working good people That never shirked their chores You can drive for miles and miles And at this time of year Enormous round sweet bundles Almost brings me to tears Yes, I cannot get enough Of the farming neighborhoods In most every state I travel It’s a sight that looks so good!