Marilyn Lott

Gold Star - 9,600 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

It's Hayin' Time - Poem by Marilyn Lott

It's haying time once again
And I get an enormous thrill
Driving ‘round in my pickup truck
Getting my country fill

Ah, the smell is so fresh and sweet
As farmers cut hay to the ground
They seem to have everything they need
As some live quite far from town

Some use a mower with a sickle bar
Looks nearly wide as your house
The critters had better watch out too
Every snake and every mouse

Dozens of crows circle the fields
Why I saw a Coyote yesterday
Looking for what the mower caught
Of course he didn't plan to stay

I always enjoy when summer comes
The sights, sounds and smells I find
Are wonderful as bales collect in the field
I just love when it's haying time!

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Topic(s) of this poem: country

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  • C.R. Clark (6/14/2008 10:17:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem, Marilyn. I can see you are a true 'country girl' at heart. This poem brings back a lot of memories. It's been a long time since I used to ride on the tractor with my granddad or later when I was big enough to help load and haul hay to the barn. Thanks, I really like this one.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, May 26, 2017

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