Hay Time (POEM)

Hay Time (POEM) There is not much more fun than play’n In the rolling fields we’re hay’n. It is a seasonal feast For us farmers at least As we know that it’s time for the bale’n. We wait for the day When it is time to cut hay All the friends, they load in the…

Woodland Melody (POEM)

Woodland Melody (POEM) Oh how woodland sounds They pull at my soul. I walk in these woods And my spirit takes hold. Bird songs like lullabies, Drifting through pines. They filter out restlessness, Uncluttering my mind. Damp and cool breezes Sweeping down from the sky, They infultrate my pores And flush out my eyes. I…