Hay Meadow
As the grass dried in the sun
We took a break and had some fun
Where the cows gave a moo
Happy to see the grass there too
Hawks perched above the field
To land upon with talons steel
On mice scurrying here and there
With their homes beyond repair
And a fawn found his legs
And raced away where he could beg
To suckle on his grateful mother
Far from blades and meadow cutters
Stalks of goat weeds did remain
Where mourning doves filled with grain
And other weeds grew there too
Where the meadow was still new
The grass was bound in big round bales
Wrapped in twine there in the dell
And the hay was put in a row
Where the tractor would come and go