September, start of Autumn days
Lets in the busy harvest ways
And longer silver shadows cast
Our memories to harvests past
No combines, just the sibilant swish
Of blades when scythes and corn stalks kiss
And hay tossed high on horse drawn drays
And friendships forged in those warm days
And friendships sometimes grown to more
For Love in Summer seems so sure
It's sixty years ago today
We raked and tossed that new mown hay
It hasn't been a day too long
There's not a day I'd want to miss.
Our life's been like a Linnet's song
And started with a harvest kiss.
Haymaking - Tony Gardner
