Thursday, June 20, 2013

Hay in the Pasture

June heat comes to Oklahoma;
The pasture grass is high
Waving spears of seed heads
Kissed by flocks of butterflies.

Sun blinding bright, overhead,
Copper's hawk soars—wings outspread
In sky a baby boy blanket blue.
Clouds like dumplings in a stew.

Tractors cut and rake and roll
Uncovering more green grass to grow
How the cows must view this spread
Dried grass of summer, their winter's bread.

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