Lighthouse Hay
On the side of the old Austin Lodestar
Was fitted a loader for hay
But the noise of the lawnmower engine
Made the job a long way from play
The carting of hay is never easy
More so back in the small bale days
But the job always had an attraction
If not for my hay-fever ways
Sometimes we stacked on a sled
That was towed from the baler’s rear
A dozen or more bales at a time
But the side loader worked best in the clear
So we drove the truck on the same line
The baler had preceded us round
And steered the mouth of the loader
To pluck those bales from the ground.
One time we arose quite early
About five a.m. I believe
But the old Nor-west wind started sooner
The hay from the fence we could not retrieve.
Mark Thrice
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