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Have you ever done enjoyable work, But toward supper time, After a long, long day, A satisfaction sets in, Almost a fullness, A readiness to stop for the day... I know this feeling. I understand Robert Frost's poem, "After Apple Picking." I loved haying on the ranch, But after 14 hours' roaring up and down Long alfalfa fields, I was content, Ready to shut down for the day, Ready to climb down from the old John Deere, Ready to walk, dusty, to the old truck Waiting in growing darkness. I recall listening for sounds of night coming on: Crickets rasping against the cooling day, Nighthawks' screeching, veering for insects, Soul-mourning cries of coyotes, All teamed against the ghosts of day: Tractor's roaring echo in my ears, Thumping memory of lurching over clods, Dust clogging my itching eyes and throat.... The old tractor, too, was content Sitting silently, Cooling in the twilight.
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
don-bouchard
Haying Done
Have you ever done enjoyable work, But toward supper time, After a long, long day, A satisfaction sets in, Almost a fullness, A readiness to stop for the day... I know this feeling. I understand Robert Frost's poem, "After Apple Picking." I loved haying on the ranch, But after 14 hours' roaring up and down Long alfalfa fields, I was content, Ready to shut down for the day, Ready to climb down from the old John Deere, Ready to walk, dusty, to the old truck Waiting in growing darkness. I recall listening for sounds of night coming on: Crickets rasping against the cooling day, Nighthawks' screeching, veering for insects, Soul-mourning cries of coyotes, All teamed against the ghosts of day: Tractor's roaring echo in my ears, Thumping memory of lurching over clods, Dust clogging my itching eyes and throat.... The old tractor, too, was content Sitting silently, Cooling in the twilight.
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