4207 Miles Avenue Santa Rosa, California 95407
Tractors and graders, lawn mowers and tools;
Oilers and Drag-Saws, a tractor seat stool.
Water-jackets, pumps, wheels & carts:
A hundred motors, but a million parts.
Fairbanks, Economy, Wittes and more;
Engines and motors, fly-wheels galore.
They’re in the yard, the sheds, the barn.
Oh please believe me, this isn’t a yarn!
In various stages of rust and repair;
Parts and pieces are laying everywhere.
There’s a muffler for one, a gasket or two,
Nuts and bolts, name-plates and screws.
There’s spark plugs and buzz boxes, batteries and
Carburetors, generators, pistons and oils.
Valves of various sizes, ball bearings and gears;
Looks like we’ve lived here a hundred years!!
There’s two-cycle, four cycle, vertical shafts;
Horsepower, horizontal, and tanks filled with gas.
RPM, exhaust pipes, one lungers too;
Maytags, Stover, diesel and Waterloo.
There’s heads and headless, cylinders and shafts;
Pot metal, copper, chrome and brass.
Pans for the oil, plungers and rags,
Water-hoppers and coolers, iron and mags.
Round and square, oblong and tall;
Just look in the shed, you’ll see them all.
Cranks and pulleys, bore and stroke,
Some of these words, sound like a joke.
Hit and miss here, hit and miss there;
Just look around, they’re everywhere!
They spit and they sputter, But oh what a sound,
No gopher or mole would live in the ground.
They pop and they snort, sound like a pig;
Some are quite little, others quite big.
The fumes-they stink! Oh boy what a smell;
Oh what the heck-we think they’re swell.