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Sun is rising, birds are cooing, and I am up, up and doing, the billy’s on, tea is brewing in younger days waking. So I’d grab my torn gloves to wear as old man Walmsley’s truck I’d hear in the warm morning summer air on the road haymaking. To load up the truck and pack her I was a lifter and stacker - it was hot, it was hard yakka from field to shed taking. But on every cut hill and dale with each counted and lifted bale at day’s end we all drank an ale on the road haymaking. From Kaukap’ home thru Dairy Flat Percy’s charger purred like a cat till Cock drops the clutch to the mat - his hands guilty shaking. Reckless doing a hundred clicks it would be his ar-se Percy kicks, the spider gears he had to fix on the road haymaking. And that day on collision course with a load of baled hay and gorse under the truck wheels fell a horse - its last breath forsaking. Sadly there was no place to hide but in my shock I surely tried when at my trembling feet it died on the road haymaking. We were fit and strong and mad keen, young and foolhardly, just fifteen, now with many years in between those early dawns breaking. But I remember long ago summers in Paremoremo when off on Walmsley’s truck I’d go on the road haymaking. Written: July 2016 Pictured above: Valiant RT Charger

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On the Road Haymaking

Sun is rising, birds are cooing, and I am up, up and doing, the billy’s on, tea is brewing in younger days waking. So I’d grab my torn gloves to wear as old man Walmsley’s truck I’d hear in the warm morning summer air on the road haymaking. To load up the truck and pack her I was a lifter and stacker - it was hot, it was hard yakka from field to shed taking. But on every cut hill and dale with each counted and lifted bale at day’s end we all drank an ale on the road haymaking. From Kaukap’ home thru Dairy Flat Percy’s charger purred like a cat till Cock drops the clutch to the mat - his hands guilty shaking. Reckless doing a hundred clicks it would be his ar-se Percy kicks, the spider gears he had to fix on the road haymaking. And that day on collision course with a load of baled hay and gorse under the truck wheels fell a horse - its last breath forsaking. Sadly there was no place to hide but in my shock I surely tried when at my trembling feet it died on the road haymaking. We were fit and strong and mad keen, young and foolhardly, just fifteen, now with many years in between those early dawns breaking. But I remember long ago summers in Paremoremo when off on Walmsley’s truck I’d go on the road haymaking. Written: July 2016 Pictured above: Valiant RT Charger