Hay

 

 

Nothing like the scent

of fresh cut hay

the smell of it

takes breath away

 

the scent of summer

sun-baked days

sweat equity

in working ways

 

bales go to barns

get stacked away

they'll come in handy

Winter days

 

in time it turns to

yellow gray

still its fresh scent

forever stays.

 

 

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Hugh

Wed 11th Sep 2019 22:03

Well done,you've certainly made hay with your words.

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Don Matthews

Wed 11th Sep 2019 16:08

I echo
MC
dk

DM

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 11th Sep 2019 15:24

A succinct timely reminder of how simple pleasures can mean so
much. The tang of newly cut grass, the aroma of morning coffee,
the smell of hot toast, the scent of freshly ironed cotton sheets.
These lines demonstrate that less may be all you need.

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