Of Mice And Men Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of mice and men

I sit and watch movie
Look at it accurate, deep to see
Relation between the screen, story!

On the field, or the farm
Barley, hay, they plough…

I go back to childhood
Get into those days' mood
Far behind and long gone
When mules were few
Then men used the haychoon!
What meant choon?
Always heard; never learned,
The man with mule's rein
Sang his song to mules:
"Hey choon…choon…"
And the men with big forks
Long handled, long fingered,
Called haychoon, attacked hill or a pile
Named "Kharman" of harvest.

Saw the wheat spikes and straws,
Not in bales just compiled!
The stack was pulled, pushed
Rows of them under blades to be cut!

Till they were full-crushed
And grain loosened up
So again came haychoon
Lifted mess and threw
In the mouth of the air; in breeze
Kah or hay flew as was light-weight
Fell direct on ground seed, grain!

They hardly used machines!
I sure miss
Devoted men of past; hardworking!

Wish there was a way back
To childhood and the past!