The Fields of Hay

2 Comments

The Fields of Hay

The fields of hay, drooping in the autumn rain,
Stand too late for harvest, sad and left behind.
But here in dry country, there is hope
The southwest winds will blow again
warm and strong and certain.
And the sagging shafts will lift their heads,
For the grass is strong, bred tough and patient,
And the harvest certain;
Only delayed a while by rain

Poem Comments

(2)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

lightcourier commented on The Fields of Hay

05-03-2009

So reminds me of fall in texas. Nice work. Thanks!

margiekirwin commented on The Fields of Hay

03-08-2009

I love this simple poem. Your poems speak of a closeness to the natural world, in all its glory.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

twayneking’s Poems (38)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Nobody At All 0
Dialects 0
An Old Knife 0
Across the Void, Fingertips Afire 0
Snizzle 0
The Letters of the Law 0
Fresh Powder 2
Mirror 0
Roadside Stand 0
The Chosen Road 1
Direction 2
Daisy in Distress 0
The Wallapaloozas 0
Old Friends 1
The Bus Toll 2
Reaching 6
Free Enterprise 3
Whirling 3
Gonna’ Walk by The River 3
Daisy's Brown Eyes Shining 2
Christmas Psalm 5
Limerick Cycle 0
Press Conference 2
Oak Trees on Fourth Street 0
Neighbors 2
Time to Fill the Feeder 3
Hoping 3
Night Music 5
Sheila, laughing-eyed 2
I'm Chasing Dreams 2
Flower Man II 1
Christmas Bells 2
where i am now 5
The Fields of Hay 2
I Sat Down in This Damnable Chair 1
The Flower Man 1
For Tim 2
Blessed 2