Haying: Me, and Bill and Wayne


Haying: Me, and Bill and Wayne

3 Circle Ranch
Arlington, Wyoming, circa 1963

The sound of thunder drifts down 

through the canyon 
as if the mountain had gently cleared its throat
The first soft drops of rain fall
becoming a wet canvas onto which the valley is painted
We stand beneath the trees that follows the creek along side the meadow
that holds our fresh mown hay
the 3 of us 
sun tanned from thirty days on a tractor, no shirt
cool and wet from the dripping leaves
talking that cocky young man talk
watching our cigarette smoke curl up
and dissipate into the air 
fragrant wiht the smell of new mown hay
and mountain rain
laughing like school yard clowns
finishing up for the season
mowing, raking, stacking
soaking up all of life
driving to the cook house with a beer
from our stash in the creek
planning the night
on our way back in from haying
Me and Bill and Wayne

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Teardrops commented on Haying: Me, and Bill and Wayne


I have lifted many a sq. bale of hay and said words i can repeat when we quit for the day . You hide beer in the creek we did it in the well house lol Marie

shallenemcgrath commented on Haying: Me, and Bill and Wayne


This is an awesome write. I am right there in it with the smell of the hay and the beer all around me... One typo though: fragrant [with] the smell of new mown hay



Thanks S and for catching the typos..Me B and W is about 25 years old.. or more.. It isn't much but i've put a lot of time in getting it as right as i can. Those were special days..I left that life at 25..but have revisited it in person and in my mind many times..



Gosh, I know that feeling. I remember sitting on the bow of the ship and just staring at the water... it was summer and the water was this iridescent turquoise color... and a tourist asked me why I sailed and I said, "when I'm 70 years old I'm sure not going to be wishing that I had watched more television." :-)

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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