Hay Day
Hay Day
June day, perfect day for turning hay fields,
A great day for it, happiness it yields.
Oh for product the cattle need to be nourished,
But a lasting memory that's forever cherished.
I scurry to the tractor with Dad the driver,
A bottle of Mi-Wadi the sweet provider.
Pacing through the land, hay fluffy in rows,
Excitement grows, through the land we bulldoze.
Dad chirps, "are you alright back there Jim?",
I shout "of course", Dad sings a country hymn.
Me and my Dad were happy and care-free,
Together alone, as simple as abc.
Copyright © Jim Kilduff | Year Posted 2017
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