Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Poets Speak of Hay
For Nat Lipstadt, Ken Pepiton, VerseBuster, and Billy
Collins
I was raised on a farm
Which did me no harm
But bales of hay
And stacks of hay
Pitching hay
Filling the old pickup
with hay
And a trailer of hay
Hay and hay and more
hay
In the heat of each midsummer
day
Day after day after
day
(You may channel
Coleridge's Ancient Mariner here)
The old barn full of
hay Hot, musty, fusty, allergenic hay
Day after musty,
fusty, allergenic day
Hot day, hot, hot, hot
every da®ned day
You may
Have my hay
As Dimitri Karamazov
did not say
"A ticket for hay? I herewith return my
ticket!"
