Hay Poems - Poems about Hay

Hay Fields Harvest of ripened fodder yields In rolls of hay littering the fields. Golden, dried under the sun, For livestock winter consumption; Who still graze in rich Fall pastures, Unaware of Summer’s departure. Fattening on earth’s green grasses, Basking in the warmth...Read the rest...

Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into my bones Fog an Erebian curtain...Read the rest...

apples, pumpkins, hay Autumn’s sweet offerings flow time to get cosy by Zyrool...Read the rest...

Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell, Deep in drink, their stories swell. Reflecting how the eons have flown, Strengths once had, now overthrown. "Ah, beauties chased, both bright and keen, Yet in our brews, our sighs unseen," One muses, his...Read the rest...

Hay the frog was pondering with strife How would he justify living his life? Would he be remembered even by his wife? His heart felt as heavy as a butter knife. Hay would not hop, croak or sing. He was...Read the rest...

Her little brother was finally given permission to jump into hay bales. Laura had been waiting four years for this moment! She took Tommy’s hand and they ran to the hill with the straw. They took a flying...Read the rest...

I would like to choose my own oats please said the biggest horse The little girl was trying her best, but they were large of course! I want the ones with sugar frost said the oldest mare...Read the rest...

BALING HAY We three are farmer girls primarily. ...Read the rest...

Walking country roads, farmlands, my dreams rouse Faith blessing those who believe in His grace Over meadows, past gardens, through the house Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace Faith blessing those who believe in His grace Lovely children, we strive...Read the rest...

John Constable’s painting The Hay Wain given gold medal by Charles X inspired by villages, churches, he was a brilliant fine arts painter from East Bergholt who took sketching trips...Read the rest...

Make Hay and Seize the Day It's so true that time doesn't wait for you tarry at your peril For all too soon we're beyond the moon having lost life’s mettle. If loves young dream was ne'er heard nor seen do...Read the rest...

Dad was a great piano player Grandpa Luther was a great man He burned his wife’s Bible In 1942, when Colorado farmers Decided all Germans and Japanese Threatened them My grandmother Got another Bible English version She didn’t have to...Read the rest...

I'm not writing a poem today Absolutely nothing to say Sometimes words are to hard too slay So why write when I can can't make hay Sorry my muse is gone away She'll come back with a little sway Sun is...Read the rest...

Crunchy the Christmas panda sat on the limb and sighed. He only wanted one thing – a December hay ride. He watched many skaters swirl and glide. A bird perched for a bit on the twig’s other side. Another...Read the rest...

Don't wait for the sun to make hay I waited for the waves to come, Hoping to sail along on its back Through the green grassy meadows, Where no feet and hands had ever touched, Where only bluebirds and...Read the rest...