Lawrence Hall, HSG
My Grandfather’s Hayfield
From my own fields I can hear
the band
The high school marching band,
oom-pah, oom-pah
From several miles away, with
merry songs
and merry cheers around the
homecoming bonfire
That was my grandfather’s
hayfield in my youth
Before the town and school replaced
the past
The shaking baling machine
compressing grass
Where the team captain gives
his whup ‘em speech
I found a terrapin where the
cheerleaders dance
From my own fields I can see
my youth
