By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
The hay balers are out early in the fields
Headlights outshining late September stars
The din of diesel engines shaking the world
I don’t miss working on the farm at all
The operator smoking a cigarette
While his sunburnt old hands wrestle the machine
His khakis and chambray shirt already wet
I don’t miss working on the farm at all
Yep, laboring in the fields from can ‘til can’t –
I don’t miss working on the farm at all
LogoSophia Magazine 