Best Making Hay Poems

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...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an...

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Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine 
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can...

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Was self-employed for thirty-five years
So when I finally called it quits
No big party, no expensive gold watch
No well wishers, no funny quips

As I quietly sailed...

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Don't you think that this title is darkly divine?
But, of course, there will have to be weirdness that’s funny,
Though my nightmares are many and have...

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Sofia the large sandy crab
Afraid of a life too drab
Took to the sea
With her cousin Kong Kee
And a six spotted floundering dab

Oh Kong Kee now...

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Oh, I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze,
On the north side of my house, under over-hanging trees.
I feel so contented...

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Sadly I heard this old man say one day
If I had his looks I'd be out there making hay
In the sunshine or the rain
On the...

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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly...

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Under the Texas stars,
far away from the cars...
I see them twinkling so bright.

I thought about You and I,
what we said that night...
as I held you...

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Certainly worked my bum off today
Creating a 40 page magazine, still making hay
You'd think I've had enough
Of this graphic design stuff
But it keeps me alive...

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Under The Ducky Moon

The Winter had been Harsh, Harsher than Most. Now cabin fever had taken its toll.
I was beginning to act a little bit...

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There's a place down California way
Where I once perchance did stay
In a tent
with cheap rent
Next to the trains making hay

Whilst cimbing the grade to Las...

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I suppose there are no new problems in the world to be exterminated,
well, I mean, of course there are as many new problems
as there are...

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Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These...

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