Short Hayfield Poems
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Amish Sundown in the Hayfield
Heaven bright sunshine
slowly shadows
the hand-knotted
bundles, scenting the air
with sweet blessings,
for a peaceful night.
07/21/10
10:56pm
The night doesn’t rush itself
The trees never do,
nor the house, the horse,
the reliable air
A hayfield is rocked asleep
by the moon
The stones and hills
rest together
I was always there
sleeping, but still
keeping watch
The day never starts without me
The swallows and falcons
are out of their shells.
The sky has more wings now.
Spring bounds around -
the foals' long legs
kick up meadow buttercups.
If I were younger,
if I were stronger,
If I were lither,
I would roll in the hayfield,
and not worry a bit
about straw in my hair.
Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
comprising the life of Rose Meadow.
Sky color shades hue
red yellow orange blue
insects click birds sing
trees leaves cling
green summer pleasure
gold harvest treasure
weeping-willow hill
far removed autumn chill
morning mist rising
soul uprising
coffee brewing dark
porch waking dog bark
cornfield full fine haul
yard there cut wall
rest invites shade tree
here farm life free
Poetry is a necessity
These words my breath
Blows thoughts in profusion
Into a windswept field
Your hair is golden
And speckled
Like the hayfield
I say thanks
But I am not thankful
Aura this and aura that
Aura just a little bit
A thesis on poetry
Is time well spent
And time in the physics lab
Is time better spent
Sipping coffee with friends
Even if it is starbucks.
on his knees in the moonlit field
he prayed
far enough from the house so no one could see
on his knees in the cold hayfield
don't let her leave me
alone here
father god
she says I'm a
bad husband
worse father
and she sits in finery there
pointing that finger
shouting
there's no pleasing her
father god
I've only you to talk to in my shame
I'm a hard worker
but I can't love a woman
who is all
bones
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