A Feeling Within, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Freshly mown hay fills this midsummer night.
With jar in hand children chase the firefly.
While moths of every sort seek my flashlight.
On this night life I try to simplify.
Lying on timothy, brome and clover.
Thoughts of before the rain, what must be done?
This night the moon couldn’t be any bolder,
All will be raked before the morning sun.
The air very dry, there shall be no dew.
Making perfect time for the sweet windrows.
I shall sit and watch the sparrows pursue
Critters before the coming of the crows.
Sitting two days, time to take it away.
The horse team and I make tidy square bales.
There’s none to waste as each eats two per day.
Hungry they are, weight over a ton at the scales.
Already again grasses start to grow.
Children all laughing, let the chase begin.
Now sunset, time for the celestial show.
Lying back, ear to ear I wear a grin.