I was too young then
to hold onto the details
but visiting the farm one summer,
at the age of eight or nine, I
drew hay behind a team
of black horses
The horses walked along the field
while hands on either side tossed
the bales onto the wagon. While those
of us on the wagon stacked the
bales in careful piles.
At the barn the team was hitched
to pulleys that lifted the careful
piles of bales up to the loft,
then dragged them inside.
On the way back to the field
we rode the wagon standing
holding on to the loose ropes
for balance, laughing in the
benign summer sun....
Ugh! At age 16, I worked all summer in a hayfield. Lots of lifting heavy bales...Hard, dirty work...but I could've arm wrestled Arnold Swartzanegger and WON! LOL!
Sweet poem, John. The first two lines are best!
Julie :)
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2003
John thank you for the reminisce, such a precious part of farm life that living in the city now for awhile has caused me to momentarily forget! Wonderful Write!
~Nikki~
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
you've captured the atmosphere so well, sounds wonderful, tks
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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Beats the 109 degree days around here in Texas these days with air so nasty it risky to be out!!!
Loved the poem!
Pam
Sweet poem, John. The first two lines are best!
Julie :)
~Nikki~
In Spirit,
Bear
Enjoyed reading this!!
Love
tinka
Oh the good old memories...
Great write...
Trixie :)
although i never hauled hay, you recalled your memories beautifully! i could see and smell them--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)