Day's Work Done Poem by John Myshkoff

Our neighbor Lawrence
Needs help haying,
Was all Harold said that morning.
The red pickup brought us there,
I stood awed by the land.
Rolling as the Pacific
Stretched that newly mowed field.
Could these be the amber waves
I sung about as a child,
Defended as a young man?
Were these friends
Both long time and new
The salt of the earth
The Bible speaks of?
Day's work done
The red pickup
Gently carried us to Benz Lane
Together,
Tired,
And fulfilled.