Hayed Poems - Poems about Hayed

...Dirt road lined with walls of stone, run right up to the small home, rust red siding coming in view, in my head it’s still cedar, blue. Sugar maples line a big field, in march syrup we will st......

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...An American Tradition I always have hayed to be sedated So many more poems contemplated Writing that up on me often creep Calmly and can put you to sleep. May read poems like these before M......

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...The once rich fields lay fallow now Spared of the harrows blade Abundant crops but memories The grasses long since hayed The old farm tractor, silent now Still sadly stands in wait Dressed i......

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