Adeline Foster

Silver Star - 3,389 Points (Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

, Hand-Haying - Poem by Adeline Foster

, Hand-Haying

The rhythm of the scythe plume
In the summer heat.
The step-by, step-by cadence
Of the old man’s steady feet.

The zip-saw of the whet-stone
Against the metal blade.
The wizened hands like leather
That never knew the shade.

And I am just a child again
On a tumbled stoop;
Watching ancient haying,
Marveling at the crop

Of tumbled swathes of timothy
Symmetrically alive,
Falling layer on even layer
To the mercy of the scythe.

Topic(s) of this poem: pastoral, poetry

Form: Couplet

Comments about , Hand-Haying by Adeline Foster

  • Freshman - 975 Points Marilyn Lott (7/21/2015 5:43:00 PM)

    What a wonderful nostalgic country poem. I loved it, Adeline! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (7/26/2014 1:50:00 AM)

    Hand scything is beautiful to watch but must be very hard work. I'm sure anyone who's tried it would appreciate this appealing and nostalgic poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 288 Points Palas Kumar Ray (5/17/2014 11:00:00 PM)

    wow! I am so much so related to the topic being a man of Agriculture by profession & also having related to haying and making silage for a pretty large cattle farm.Enjoyed a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 122 Points Yash Shinde (4/13/2014 1:07:00 PM)

    ......a well composed write..............lovely and wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 159 Points Laurie X3 (3/12/2014 5:40:00 PM)

    The mind is a Palace! ! And the memories to visit such treasures as is your memory immortalized in this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,429 Points Smoky Hoss (10/13/2013 3:09:00 PM)

    What a superb tribute. My father was raised on a farm using a team of horses to pull the rake, harow, plow and etc. He told me stories of the old ways of hard hand labor... and how he missed it. It was 20 years ago today that he passed-on, so it is perfect for me to read at this time; my memories smile, for that thank you sincerely. You write wonderfully. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Heather Wilson (2/10/2013 4:28:00 PM)

    So true to life write, I was brought up out in the country, I remember my dad using a scythe, also being told the dangers of it, I was always amazed at what it could achieve. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,151 Points Paul Brookes (12/29/2012 1:02:00 PM)

    Beautiful..................................: O) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 397 Points John Brown (10/28/2012 10:52:00 AM)

    Great poem. I love the third line. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maria B (9/12/2012 8:53:00 PM)

    ... hands like leather/that never knew the shade. Wonderful. The rhyming works very well in this poem Adeline. Thank you for introducing me to your work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 51 Points Renee' Marie (9/3/2012 1:55:00 PM)

    I love the imagery in this stanza: 'And the storms that rage a rocky coast
    Are music to the ears
    Of one who’s known their lonely cry
    All through his youthful years. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Howard Johnson (6/10/2012 2:46:00 PM)

    A pleasure to read, full of rhythms, and imagery, ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nick Bell (5/22/2012 3:43:00 PM)

    I love this poem, it's so lovely and well written. :) - Nick (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Alexis ... (5/22/2012 3:25:00 PM)

    AWESOME! This is really good nice flow and really nice rhythm. I had to sow it to a friend she said it's an even better compliment when you see that they're a good poet and complimenting you thanks (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 786 Points Patti Masterman (2/1/2012 10:33:00 PM)

    This is such beautiful verse. It gives a peaceful feeling too, like all's right with the world. Lovely piece, thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,429 Points Smoky Hoss (12/27/2011 4:51:00 PM)

    Beautiful. I am sitting here listening to the beautiful music of Kate Wolf, her voice rings like the wonder and magic of long and wonderful memories, and so does this poem. I bailed hay the modern way (1970's!) , but still this poem brings back such great memories; thanks for writing it so well Adeline.
    May those yesterdays never leave us. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Vinod Kumar (8/20/2011 11:45:00 AM)

    Great poem with a great method of writing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (8/19/2011 1:05:00 PM)

    Rhythm of scythe plume is very plume.I loved the phrase tumbled swathes of timothy.Very poignant write i must say and very scintillating. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 518 Points Joseph Anderson (2/14/2011 1:39:00 PM)

    I tried to comment on this before; guess it did'nt make it- such sweet memories
    of bygone days-I love your brevity with words-great write-a 10
    Joe (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 9 Points Linda Winchell (11/1/2008 12:24:00 PM)

    I gave this one a ten! I too, as the other Linda said, could feel and smell the hay.
    I live on a small farm and have goats and chickens and bunnies. The goats eat hay and I love the smell of it cut fresh. I tried to eat some cause they make it look so yummy! Well, it isn't! LOL
    Too much fiber for me! LOL
    God Bless, and be blessed! Just another Linda (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 25, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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