Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Poets Speak of Hay
For Nat Lipstadt, Ken Pepiton, VerseBuster, and Billy Collins
I was raised on a farm
Which did me no harm
But bales of hay
And stacks of hay
Pitching hay
Filling the old pickup with hay
And a trailer of hay
Hay and hay and more hay
In the heat of each midsummer day
Day after day after day
(You may channel Coleridge's Ancient Mariner here)
The old barn full of hay Hot, musty, fusty, allergenic hay
Day after musty, fusty, allergenic day
Hot day, hot, hot, hot every da®ned day
You may
Have my hay
As Dimitri Karamazov did not say
"A ticket for hay? I herewith return my ticket!"
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