Hay Poems

Roll in the Hay

A randy, young couple out by the bay
decided to have a roll in the hay.
She pondered, in the moonlight,
"Aren't the stars pretty tonight?",
and he chuckled "I'm in no place to say!"

Say goodbye to May

Say goodbye to May,                                                   

Oh, You Said Get Dog Food, Not a Bale of Hay

 “I say, I say, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy!” Classic line from Fog Horn Leghorn, a Looney Tunes character
          
          

A husband was prone to get details confused. 
His wife told him this

Eat teeth

When the purple turtle visits the supermarket the heels are worn in two. Heaviness and heaving are one and the same.

The exact trajectory of a star is never the same as reducing a pile of eggs to a penny and the wisdom of a wise willing charlatan is never to be trusted when dressed up

My new pieces of music

2025.2.19.
My new piece of musics.
November last year,
I decided to play songs in different language.
Which I never done before,
I managed to do one piece per week.
After six weeks, some things happened,
The piano was taken away for tuning,
Then, the festive seasons arriving,
One thing after another,
I did not have any chance to play any music properly.
Then, after the

A Horse

A horse is really just a horse
We do know that of course
They cannot talk
So, we are told
But if I may be so bold
To remind you of a show of old
About one horse who was,
Supposedly, just a horse of course
He would eat all day
And when he was out of hay
Shout till he was hoarse

!!!!WILLLLLLBURRRRR!!!!

Hay Fields

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 of contentment.

Crops of vegetables: corn, and potatoes.
Grains of barley, oats, flax, wheat, and canola.
Combines reaping, threshing, and winnowing
With other machinery;

Stillness in November

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   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the soul   each step
a slow exhalation   a

Autumn

apples, pumpkins, hay
Autumn’s sweet offerings flow
time to get cosy




by Zyrool

Lamenting Missed Rolls in the Hay

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 gaze alight with jest,
"Great tales spun ‘bout adventurous quests."

Yet as dusk deepens into night,
Their bawdy laments take flight,
For now, as

Hay Wastes His Life

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 stuck on rewind, the poor thing.
Bemoaning his choices, like a ding-a-ling.
His friends rolled their eyes at the Debbie downer king.

Finally Old Enough For the Hay

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 leap giggling all the way down.
This is why we live in Iowa, on a farm, she told him.
She remembered doing

Falling Into the Hay

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 named Brin.
The little girl was so tiny, that she raised up and promptly fell right in.

The horses went nuts, trying

Baling Hay

BALING  HAY

                We three are farmer girls primarily.
                named as Alice, Linda and Emily.
          

Country Roads

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 to show our worth
Erasing dark with morn’s stirring embrace
Whispers of light gently flow o’er the earth

Lovely children, we strive to

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