About Me

Im from the PNW Seattle, Washington area. Grew up one hour away, due North, in Tualco Valley. I didnt ever travel too far away from the Valley, as I didnt need to, as Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I watch the Valley, I notice the changes, and I develop many reasons, and thoughts, throughout the Seasons. I think about Life, Nature, the Animals, and us Humans, and I write Poems of my experiences, and of my observations. Thanks and enjoy reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe

Monday, April 27, 2015

Old Big Blue -

Old Big Blue, we surely will miss you,
Many jobs and chores, we got r done with you,
Always tried and true, you always came through,
44 seasons we did work, many acres with you.


Big and bold, you were old, not shiny and new,
You brushcut and rototilled, always right through,
Old school, Old Big Blue, you were certainly badass,
You always turned the soil, you always cut the grass.


Fill your fluids up, and it just would leak through,
But slow enough, to get the job done, Old Big Blue,
Spread and backblade gravel, yup, you could do that too,
Or move chips, or manure, we could always count on you.


Clear the woods, you would just push right through,
It seemed there was nothing, that you could not do,
84 Horses in a 4x4 Ford Tractor, Thank You, Old Big Blue,
You were something else, we will always remember you.


D.M. Beebe

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