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Hi everyone, have been busy the last week cutting and bale-ing hay hence the poem. Hard work now finished can get back to writing. Thankyou all for your visits to view my poetry.

Hope you enjoy

Cheers

Kev 

Making Hay

Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

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Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

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The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to prepare the mower and hay rake

And make sure the baler is in ship shape

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Plenty of grease in all moving places

The knives sharpened, bolts replaced

Machinery is ready for the harvest

Come December and hot dry weather

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The disc mower attached to the tractor

Whirs into action to mow down the grass

Cutting the grass close to the ground, lays it flat

In the 10 acre paddock on the river flat

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The paddock all cut in neat flat rows

Will need lots of sunshine to dry it out

A couple of warm hot days be ready to turn

Once turned another day be ready to bale

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The baler hooked up begins to thump

As the pick-up feeds in the dry grass

The needle whirs and threads the string

The first bale rolls off the machine

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Hour after hour the baler spits out bales

Soon the paddock is filled with square bales

The men move in with the flat tray truck

Load the bales with sweat and strength

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The bales carted and under cover

The hay making machines now quite

The men gather around for a beer and a feed

The hay making done for another year
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Lamoureux Avatar
February 15, 2016 at 7:47 AM
This is quiet good, I'm surprised there are not more comments. We lived on a farm for a few years when I was a kid. It was one of the few places I was sad to leave when I was growing up.
Buck Avatar
November 5, 2015 at 7:55 PM
Kevin: This thoughtful work took me back 60 years. I was a town boy and wasn't really fit enough to make hay but knew many of my husky friends that made their spending money with the sweat of their brows. Thanks again for the trip back. oldbuck
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