GOOD
OLD DAYS
Some
people, pine for the good old days
I
will tell you about some days and old way
Remember
those cold trips hauling hay or bailing straw
Long
miles of breaking trail the bitter wind raw
Horses
to harness chores done leave before daylight
Hurry
hurry must be there and back by night
Big
drift to shovel away from the covered shack
Tug
and strain for every fork full to fill hayrack
Snow
starts drifting wind grows fretful and strong
No
time to eat sandwich everything is going wrong
Quick
hustle get loaded away home over road
How
many hours how many times upset that load
At
last back home chores still must be done
Water
to pump chop firewood kindling all gone
Hayrack
is all busted team tired out and beat
Worked
hard all day I still have not had time to eat
At
long last I enter the cold empty shack
I
shiver from the cold and chills cover my back
Must
not forget I promised neighbor saw wood next day
Good
old days when where and no way
Poem
by NM
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