Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
Pumpkins scattered about, all agape,
Some with a lighted candle inside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Hay bales in their usual oblong shape
Become seats on the ride, all dried
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.
A nip in the air says wear a warm cape
Colorful leaves drift along for the ride
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Overhead, fluffy animals in a cloudscape
Amusing adventure where lovers confide
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.
Written September 28, 2022
Categories:
hayride, autumn, farm, fun,
Form: Villanelle
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 disappointment Crunchy could not abide.
He had already been forced to eat fries that were not fried.
Uncle Zeke his favorite uncle had recently died.
“I just want a hay ride,” poor Crunchy panda sighed.
Categories:
hayride, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Harvest Hayride
To the sound of autumn’s horn
When crisp cerulean skies fade
Into indigo stars,
And sunset reaches down
To touch the apple’s waiting face,
Streams of autumn’s light escape
Autumnal kaleidoscopes
To splash across the ripened maize
Bursting with captured sunlight
Along paths, that wait for rain, scuttle leaves,
Painted in shades of bittersweet,
Beneath a coral moon in full bloom
A frosty early twilight ride
Past faded barns filled with abundance
In harvest celebration,
Wreathed in spice and pumpkin hues.
10-23-20
Contest: Still Life Autumn
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
hayride, adventure, autumn,
Form: Free verse
On
a crisp
autumn night
couples cuddle
with delight on a
hayride in the country.
The clip clop of horses' hooves
create a rhythmic beat along
a red clay road, the earthy essence
of hay and horses wafting through the chill
night air. A harvest moon of golden hue
bathes the countryside with its silken
glow - enchanting both young and old
with romantic thoughts of love
eternal - happily
ever after dreams
of bliss. Perhaps
even a
stolen
kiss.
10/5/15
double etheree
Categories:
hayride, autumn, horse, love, moon,
Form: Etheree
hayride halloween
many bags full of candy
trick or treat later
Categories:
hayride, halloween, memory,
Form: Haiku
Tonight we sit upon these bales of hay
and visit characters who've long been dead.
The research brought them life, allowed a say
in how their history would then be said.
Tonight, you came to hear their story told.
A hayride through the graves, you say, how odd,
but actors popped up here and there, so bold
and brought them back as by an act of God.
So come, and lend your ear to how they fared
upon the earth when younger days were here,
the struggles and the joys they must have shared,
and how they dealt with death and conquered fear.
Perhaps tonight, we catch a glimpse of worth
from tales of those who lie beneath this earth.
Categories:
hayride, nostalgia, tribute,
Form: Sonnet
Note: The CYO is the Catholic Youth Organization for teens. Really enjoyed all the
activities they held, especially the hayride picnic!
The teenage girls brought baskets filled with food
While the boys braced for a romantic mood
I packed turkey and some rolls
But my basket, it had holes
Brushed off my mate’s gestures, not to be rude
The full harvest moon shone brightly above
And other couples were pursuing love
Pete and I dated for years
I, a virgin, filled with fears
Erotic moments he felt deprived of
So as I fumbled through my worn basket
Pete saw me as virginity’s mascot
The turkey, it was still there
Rolls had fallen out, but where?
I dove into the hay, the rolls to get
Peter dove too and the carriage did sway
Though I wasn’t ready for his “squeeze play”
I sought only food’s treasure
This picnic proved a pleasure
That’s how I got my first roll in the hay
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Picnic Time” Contest. Some truth to this, but Peter was still
feeling "deprived" after the hayride.
Categories:
hayride, funny
Form: Limerick