Farmers for an Evening




Every hay crew is the same
though the names change;
young men flexing their muscles,
a seasoned farmer defying his age
tossing four bales high,
determined girls bucking up on the wagon,
young children rolling bales closer,
add a school teacher, pastor,
professor, lawyer and doctor
getting sweaty and dusty
united in being farmers
if only for an evening.

basket weave
cut side up
steadying the load
riding over hills
through valleys
in slow motion
eagles over head
searching the bare fields
evening alpen glow
of snowbound
eastern peaks

Friends and neighbors
walking the dotted pastures,
piling on the wagons,
driving the truck,
riding the top of hay stack
in the evening breeze,
filling empty barn space to the rafters,
making gallons of lemonade in the kitchen.
A hearty meal consumed
in celebration
of summer baled, stored, preserved
for another year.

Hay crew
remembered on
frosty autumn mornings before dawn
when bales are broken for feed
and fragrant summer spills forth
in the dead of winter.






6 thoughts on “Farmers for an Evening

  1. So much hard work involved – but well worth it, especially for the horses who will dine well in the off months.
    Am curious about who does all of this work. Do you hire extra hands to do it? Are they neighbors who help each other at haying time – or are they workers on call at special times during the entire year to do that and other farm jobs?

    Is clover ever mixed in with hay that makes some of it smell sweet?

    You can tell I’m a city girl. The closest I ever got to sweet smelling hay was in the fall when we city kids
    got to ride on hay wagon parties. Fond memories there.


  2. Oh my, what memories! I bucked hay for two summers, when I was 13, and 15. I can smell that hay from 55 years ago RIGHT NOW! Thanks for bringing this back with both the photos and your writing.


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