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