Harvest Moon and Hayrides
by Kay Mott
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Children sweeping the hayloft,
Harvestmoon is here-
Bringing us hard work and cheer.
Swing, jump, sweet pile of hay-
our labor brought on this day.
Days of laughter, having fun.
Blistered haywire hands-
skin dark from a glaring sun.
Few gasp at the evenings ware.
Most gazed about the day's that's shared.
Young teens behind the wheel-
Grandma beside us, pulling tandem-
Children tumbling rectangular bails.
Comical Grandpa sharing tell-tails-
shouting orders as the haystack swells.
Mothers and daughters high on the hay-
tons of bails thrown our way.
Stack it right, stack it tight-
no cracks for us to fight.
Fathers and sons around on the ground-
conspiring to knock us down.
Throw that bail, we will stand-
just as our family loves this land.
Who's baking cake, rising bread ?
Grandpa tells jokes, Grandma keeps us fed.
Harvestmoon has sprung for old and young.
Neighborhood hayrides, here we come.
Children climbing four stacks high-
Fourteen grandkids, the reason why.
By: Kay Mott
Tribute to my Grandparents in heaven. They taught us that hard work can be fun. A sincere thanks goes out to all our friends who lent a hand and share in the memories. A special thanks goes out to my cousin "Pauline". Thanks for being my sidekick. I never could have done it without you.
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|Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)
|Kay, this brings back wonderful memories when I was five and lived on a farm. I got to go out on the wagon when my aunt and uncle were bailing hay and even got to sit in the wagon when the corn was being harvested. That was by far the best part of my childhood. Thanks for sharing this and bringing back good memories.
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|great write Kay...you were making beautiful memeories!!!!!|
|Reviewed by MELISSA SALLIER
|OH WHAT MEMORIES HEY. LOL GREAT JOB.|
|Reviewed by me
|Grand folks are fantastic aren't they?
With a name like Kay you must be oh kay!!!
I love your poems.