In the heat of day
his struggles are a-plenty
Piles done
piles more to go
and,
the noon-day sun
unrelenting
but,
his home is in sight
there’ll be plenty of
cool, fresh water to drink
Yes,
this horse works hard
for his hay.
~*~
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Shared with Magpie Tales #125 The artist Thomas Hart Benton ‘Hay’
The rewards of toil. Well said.
Very clever close here – all the hay there! Hey there, horse! k.
Ah, yes. The scene doesn’t show much of the actual drama/trauma/hardscrabble work that’s required to keep animal and human among the living. Nice poem.
I thought your expression of this harvest painting spoke to the tough work that is farming, so beautifully. Thank you for sharing, Bren.
Your heart is in the right place DD2 !
Nice! ..and as always, the horse always works hard!
Oh, I like the twist. Well done!
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The horse! Of course, we need to be mindful of their needs …. Our work horses were Belle and Dobbin … my grandparents took took good care of them.
yup, the poor horse.
there is always more to do on the farm…and they all work hard for what they get out of it….something i think is lost on those that have never done it themselves….
Nice surprise end to it.
Very nice! I wasn’t expecting that ending. 🙂
And in the process leaves some dropping to clean up, but what the hay haha
I love that you focused on the horse! They most definitly earn their hay.
This poem makes me smile, as it isn’t until the end that one finds it is from the perspective of a horse. And it is funny that the horse works hard for his hay! You were clever with this one.
Love that ending!
Yes, he works hard for it ~
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.ca/2012/07/simple-life.html
Yes, he works hard for his hay! I am struck this weekend by the images on the news of the horses fleeing the fires in Colorado……….
lovely poem…mine was about the horse too!!x
an honest poem, full of noble thoughts.
Interesting notion of the horse working hard for his hay…very nice write…
Love this … in a way … I’m just not sure whether Mrs. Thomas Ben Harten did much/ if not most of the work … hmmm, just a thought and flashbacked to my own farming days … don’t want to sound bitter, but I remember only too well … the calving in -30 below, baby calves in the kitchen fighting for their lifes … and of course harvest time in the summer … with klenex stuffed up my nose because of the dust … not to forget the “quickies” in the hay … sorry, maybe a bit of ifomation overload, Bren … won’t happen again … :ove, cat.