by: Rebecca Taylor

On a bright sunny day

Praying that rain stays away

I ride along on a tractor

Beside my father

The rustling of the wind against my face

Going to pick up bales of hay

You never know what you might see

Ducks on a pond or a raccoon in a tree

If you’re up early enough you can see the sunrise

Work late and you’ll see it set

There are many reasons why it’s great

To be along to pick up bales of hay.