Time To Make Hay Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

They say the time for making hay
is when the day is sunny
the fields then buzz with helping hands
that keep the homestead running

The boys when they are just a tad
above the height of tadpoles
are soon recruited for the task
of binding hay in rough rolls

Even the dogs that still can bark
are busy chasing rats
that sneak upon the farmhands' lunch
in shade of wide brimmed hats

The summertime of harvest chores
is full of suntanned joy
and sweat soaked workers come home late
a sound sleep to enjoy

There is a time for making hay
though some must wait at home
when they are judged too young to work
and those too old to roam

And even when a dog gets old
and cannot bark or run
he's not invited to the fields
to hunt or join the fun

They say the time for making hay
is when the day is sunny
the fields then buzz with helping hands
that keep the homestead running.