Haybales
Sunburn, Melon and the promise of rain
By CHRISTINE LEE BUHRPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Haybales
Hot sun bakes oh my arms so red and scratched
Ahead the field bales dot the path remain.
Storms seen afar portent to harm unmatched;
Relief for beasts and land the threat of rain.
The task now done the bales away from harm
A neat crisscross they rest to dry and age.
Arms limp the door latch clicks upon the barn
A good job done though tired a farmers wage
Upon the porch we sit cool melon crisp
Parched lips embrace sweet juice and lemonade
Afar the storm its clouds some but a wisp
Roll down the field we rapt, a grand parade.
In nature’s time we farmers ken our place.
The work, though hard the right of our birthplace
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