UPLAND HAYING
In slow recessional Slow clouds are drifting on the hill. The snarl of tractors softens to a drone Far down the valley. Here, Even crickets, the old hound dog are still. A yellow wave ow f the turning year Is washing over Crisping grasses and lopped heads of clover. Eddies of the yellow heat Spiral about the feet Of the straining pair , the bay, the roan, The wet flanks darkening, The hard legs bracing to the pull, The roll and swing Of the hayrick. This is beautiful, The thrust of fork and load, the free Fine sculpture of hard back and thigh, The harvest carved into the poetry Of comradeship, under a sapphire sky. Bianca Bradbury, in the “Christian Science Monitor.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 79, 5 February 1944, Page 3
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123UPLAND HAYING Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 79, 5 February 1944, Page 3
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