Short Baling Poems

BALING HAY

Rain rain   Come on down   Come on down

Need to   Go to town   Go to town

Trac-tor   Keeps a bump-   ing a-long

Need rain   On the hot   Day to-day

On rack   Be-hind, it's   Hard to stand

Toss-ing   Hay bales on   The back rack

Sky clouds   Come-ing in   From the west

Rain rain   Come-ing down   Come-ing down

Let's get   Head to town   Head to town...

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I am tired
My heart stop beating
This game of life
Doesn't seem fun anymore

My eyes are weary
My pupils are closing
Silence is all around
The death angel stands at the door

He's calling I am trembling
My bones are crumbling
I am cracking
He's chuckling

The audience is waving
Children baling
Parents sobbing
Love ones nodding

The candle is lit
The light is off
The end is at hand...

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