Summer: The Season of My Father
Hayfield Days
A wistful memory of one I hold dear
Summers in the hayfield with my father
Who lived his life without fear
Many summers passed happily together
Telling jokes about round bales
And how the animals don't get a square meal
My father was known to tell lots of tall tales
He haggled and hustled and made bargains and deals
With a beer in his hand and Gatorades in the cooler
We loaded the square bails and learned how to maneuver
We'd bring back stories to Mom that would fool her.
He taught us the value of hard work and good humor.
Summers spell memories with my father a plenty.
Filled with hard work, smiles, and hearts that weren't empty.
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E.L. Martin
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