Long Hayfield Poems
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It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring- near weather
deliver endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.
A look of silent wonder filled the sun
while it hung temptingly reaching natures
sweeping gold hayfield, light of day begun,
retrieving, renewing, reborn creatures.
Crepe myrtle delicate limbs dropped in size
with the weight of the vibrant pink flowers,
and the bees, as well as the butterflies,
taking full advantage of its bowers.
A breath beneath the sun and sky to drench,
hunger that only the sunshine doth quench.
3/9/2018
sun on the hill a hayfield
on an uncle’s farm
my childhood, captured gold
reflections on a placid lake
trees and greenery rise
ripple a silver face
later a song in the air
the summer of love
sgt pepper, a new refrain
an old brick hall
north of central campus
where as a student I find my life
the campanile late at night stilled
oversees a place where paths cross
young lovers find their dreams
a winding road in the countryside
a side trip to nowhere
solitude where time unwinds
in depths of a forest I find myself
a rustling of leaves
nature speaks to me
a hummingbird at arm’s length
we gaze at each other
until the wind takes it away
a fellow writer and I at her farm
in company of horses she keeps
life shared in poetry and verse
lyrics of a love song shared
a waitress refills my drink
in reflections
of other times and places
Well, I had dust on my Texas boots
Long week, same long dirt road
Talkin' to my old Mustang
Like the sunlight could enlighten my goal
Sky cracked open over the hayfield
A UFO with green glow in my front windshield
Thought it was the radio talkin'
Till that UFO light dropped on me fast
Now I'm ridin' high in a UFO, my cowboy hat tipped far and low
Got my boots on the dash, see the beaches of Florida below
Left my worries behind, flyin' off into the galaxy, like a Milky Way
Pickup truck to Pluto, yeah; I finally broke through its hole
Out of the hometown, out, the same ol' joke into the stars
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, lovin' my sci-fi stardust flight!
Big flying saucer with a green trucker cap
Said, "Hop in; we're out to new heights!"
Hit a button; we were sky high, shining brightly
Earth's beaches lookin' like a tiny blue marble below
The Martians said, "You sing; we drive."
You talk; I glide through the skies.
So, I gave him my backroad insight
As he gave me that timeless high ride!
Now I'm ridin' in a UFO, a hat tipped low, sunbeams aglow!
Got my boots on the dash; see the big marble below
Let my worries drift away,
Dreaming of the Cosmos
Pick up truck to Pluto, yeah, I finally reached the moon
Away from the hometown, out, the same ol' routine
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, gazing down on people below
From a two-lane, slow lane
To a moon-rock fast lane
Still the same boy, just a whole new view
Got a cowboy cap, looking down from paradise
In a zero-gravity lane
Still country, just cleaner in blue skies, crossing galaxies
Yeah, I'm ridin' through the Cosmos
In a UFO, in a flying saucer
Got my boots on the dash; seeing the world below
Left my worries in the Asteroids, dancing on stars
Pick up truck to Plute, yeah, I finally broke through
Out of the hometown; out, the same problems
I'm ridin' free in a UFO,
Escaped the rat-race
Ridin' in a colorful UFO, and I'm not goin' home, nah, exploring science's mysteries with my sci-fi lovin' heart!
Pennine Chain
by Bob Moore © 2021
I’ve camped in the hills of the Pennine Chain
in the cold, and the snow, and the pouring rain
and if I was young I would do it again
but the days of my youth are behind me
Beyond Hayfield, at Kinder Scout
each weekend I would be, out and about
tramping and camping, and seeing the sights
free as the birds all around me.
Follow the road, the Pennine Way
built by the Romans, back in the day
Climb the downfall, and Jacobs Ladder
enjoy all the peace travels with me
Now back home to reality, the week is new
money to earn, and work to do
back to my life, and daily toil
with friends and family around me.
Bob Moore.
The first time I painted the old red barn
I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.
There it sat in the middle of the hay field
Waiting to be immortalized on canvas.
The second time I painted the old red barn
I was thirty-nine and my life was in turbulence.
The fall thunderclouds predominated the picture.
The hayfield almost orange with the coming sunset.
The last time I took my easel to the field
The barn had faded to a dusty rose colour,
But the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy.
The hay waved joyously in the breeze.
The barn and I had both aged and faded with time
But we were still blessed with the sun shining on the hay.
through a mud stained field
and thickets galore
mountaintops blue in the haze
walked through hayfield stubble
with a damp, faithful dog
I am anticipating Halloween
but thoughts dissolve quickly
in fields and forest hues
indian summer is over
litters of leaves all around
we pass a dead coyote
the white dog pays no mind
there's no need to hurry
lots of creekside bushes
cause my path to crook and veer
I miss the smell of brush burning
and dread the winter coming
I'll cancel my reservation
and head for some coral reef distant
summer without end
twinkling snow berms
and bitter cold will come
but technology can remedy
the chill nuisance
of Arctic's southward plunge
The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand and sun
with lots of jobs, and lots of space, a life there will be fun
I didn’t really want to go, at 18 my life was here
but dad had made his mind up, he made that very clear
it’s all or none he said to me, we go together or, we stay
so we agreed we all would go, and I’d return home one day
We caught a train to London, and as we crossed the Pennine Chain
little did I think, that I would not see them again
I’d hiked and camped all over them, since I was just a lad
Glossop, Hayfield, Kinder Scout, and all the fun we’d had
The train got to St Pancras, in the early morning light
time to have some breakfast, look around and see the sights
I had never been to London, this was my first trip,
we saw Nelsons Column, but that was about it
We had to go to Tilbury, a ship was waiting for us there
to take us half way round the world, to a land dad said was fair
it needed population, to help it build and grow
and people came from many lands to try and make it so
so we sailed, down the Thames, hoping things would be alright
out into the Channel, and past Dovers cliffs of white
across the Bay of Biscay, through the Med and Suez too
then over the Indian Ocean, until Australia came into view
We called at Port Fremantle, then crossed the Australian Bight
just a stop at Melbourne, then on to Sydney through the night
at eight thirty in the morning, I went up on to deck A
we passed under the Harbour Bridge, England 12000 miles away
I would never again see England, or walk the Pennine Hills
never again see Manchester, the winter fogs, and chills
my friends from when I was a lad, are just memory
but living in Australia, has been a good life for me.
Manchester Lad
by Robert (Bob) Moore
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day, our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand and sun
with lots of jobs, and lots of space, a life there will be fun
I didn’t really want to go, at 18 my life was here
but dad had made his mind up, he made that very clear
it’s all or none he said to me, we go together, or we stay
so we agreed we all would go, and I’d return home one day
We caught a train to London, and as we crossed the Pennine Chain
little did I think, that I would not see them again
I’d hiked and camped all over them, since I was just a lad
Glossop, Hayfield, Kinder Scout, and all the fun we’d had
The train got to St Pancras, in the early morning light
time to have some breakfast, look around and see the sights
I had never been to London, this was my first trip,
we saw Nelsons Column, but that was about it
We had to go to Tilbury, a ship was waiting for us there
to take us half way round the world, to a land dad said was fair
it needed population, to help it build and grow
and people came from many lands to try and make it so
I never went back to Manchester, once I had settled here,
Australia became my home, but one thing was very clear
I was born and bred in Manchester, life was tough, but not so bad
and no matter where it is I live, at heart, I’m a Manchester Lad.
Bob Moore ©2022
Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if mocking the breath I had held in too long. Fear beaded in the sweat on my upper lip. What had once been the blissful gold-tinged vessel of apple blossom days had now turned into the hollow boned reality of a Dali summer, a loveless leaden pit of dread. Constant incessant sobbing, gagging, rocking did little to quell the practice’s belief that I was deranged.
parents watch
through the window:
paper cup pills
He was bald, and full of hmmm’s, nodding as I babbled. A seventies summer started with first love in a hayfield, ended in a heroin fright. The local quack had assured me it was all a communist plot to overtake the youth of America. Really, one should never tell their parents the truth. They certainly hadn’t checked in with their brains when their seed and egg mixed a proclivity for alcoholism with a dollop of bipolar mania. “Ahhh, hmmmm,” The Doctor said. “Two weeks rest should do you fine.”
First Published in Tincture Journal, Australia April 2014