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Two poems by Tim Eddy
Observations from the Driftless Region of Wisconsin
Tim Eddy
Little Square Bales
- A high sky is here with that breeze from the west.
- Talkin’ rain Monday. Sabbath won’t be no day of rest.
- My brother’s out there now, baking up to the rake.
- Roll up those windrows, brother, and let it bake.
- Mom would stop to get twine on her way through town
- cause Dad was layin’ forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Put up a thousand bales of first crop hay.
- “We got a little work out of you” is all Dad would say.
- Lookin’ back on it now it was both toil and joy.
- You know ya got to make hay while the sun shines boy.
- Mom would stop to get twine on her way through town
- cause there’s forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Farming has changed a bit over the years
- You can do all alone now in that big John Deere.
- Cut it raining, wrap it in plastic, bale it green.
- No one to know what “Make hay while the sun shines” means?
- Mom would get twine on her way through town
- cause there’s forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Now I ain’t saying it’s the stuff of fairy tales.
- But life was different with little square bales
November Is Back
- turned up my collar, put on my cap
- wonder where my old jacket is at.
- I can see you’re leaving heading south
- it’s that time of year when we get sorted out
- you will return to fanfare and acclaim
- for some you and spring are one and the same
- take all the credit don’t stay for the snow
- one cold wind and away you go
- all you snow birds sure flock together
- maybe we’ll see you again come fairer weather
- cut more wood it’s split and stacked
- Robin’s gone November’s back
Tim Eddy writes poetry, songs, and other observations of the world from his place in it on a farm in the Driftless Region of southwest Wisconsin. He does a morning radio program there on 105.9 WKPO. He has three daughters and wife whom he doesn’t deserve. He loves Wisconsin, the Packers, his dog Marvin, playing the harmonica, and the previously mentioned family, in no particular order. He can be found on Facebook or at times in taverns that feature live music.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Two poems by Tim Eddy
Observations from the Driftless Region of Wisconsin
Two poems by Tim Eddy
Observations from the Driftless Region of Wisconsin
Tim Eddy
Little Square Bales
- A high sky is here with that breeze from the west.
- Talkin’ rain Monday. Sabbath won’t be no day of rest.
- My brother’s out there now, baking up to the rake.
- Roll up those windrows, brother, and let it bake.
- Mom would stop to get twine on her way through town
- cause Dad was layin’ forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Put up a thousand bales of first crop hay.
- “We got a little work out of you” is all Dad would say.
- Lookin’ back on it now it was both toil and joy.
- You know ya got to make hay while the sun shines boy.
- Mom would stop to get twine on her way through town
- cause there’s forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Farming has changed a bit over the years
- You can do all alone now in that big John Deere.
- Cut it raining, wrap it in plastic, bale it green.
- No one to know what “Make hay while the sun shines” means?
- Mom would get twine on her way through town
- cause there’s forty acres of hay on the ground.
- Now I ain’t saying it’s the stuff of fairy tales.
- But life was different with little square bales
November Is Back
- turned up my collar, put on my cap
- wonder where my old jacket is at.
- I can see you’re leaving heading south
- it’s that time of year when we get sorted out
- you will return to fanfare and acclaim
- for some you and spring are one and the same
- take all the credit don’t stay for the snow
- one cold wind and away you go
- all you snow birds sure flock together
- maybe we’ll see you again come fairer weather
- cut more wood it’s split and stacked
- Robin’s gone November’s back
Tim Eddy writes poetry, songs, and other observations of the world from his place in it on a farm in the Driftless Region of southwest Wisconsin. He does a morning radio program there on 105.9 WKPO. He has three daughters and wife whom he doesn’t deserve. He loves Wisconsin, the Packers, his dog Marvin, playing the harmonica, and the previously mentioned family, in no particular order. He can be found on Facebook or at times in taverns that feature live music.
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