It's Haying Time Poem by Marilyn Lott
It's Haying Time
It's haying time once again, my friends
The air is so warm and sweet.
The sky azure blue and lovely
Cool soft grass beneath my feet.
The bailer comes and sweeps it up
Marshmallows they become
Oh, how I love spring haying time
As machinery keeps a steady hum.
I could not resist a poem with the title- -It's Haying Time. My favorite smell is the aroma of alfalfa on a horse's breath... that's Chanel #5 for cowgirls! ! ! ! Enjoyed the laid back tone of this piece!
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Lovely poem, Marilyn! I have also so enjoyed watching the haymaking. Recently saw families doing it together in steep slopes in Austria. Then they bale it up in bright-Coloured plastic - blue, pink and green!