Hittin' the Hay with You

I paced and pounded one after the other

And it was damn cold out there

In the middle of the night on the sound by the bay

When I would rather have been hittin’ the hay

With you

 

Instead I was out on the farm in the middle of the Dakotas

Milking the cows and shearing the sheep

And never gettin’ any sleep

Cause I much rather would have been hittin’ the hay

With you

 

But still I find myself lost and half lobotomized

Waitin’ for the bus that’s late again

Standing exposed in the frickin’ wind

Thinking of things that might have been

The likes of you under my skin

I’d rather be hittin’ the hay

With you

Reviews

[BlakeL79]

This part works for me -
"But still I find myself lost and half lobotomized"

reminds me of when you have a thought running through your head and you can't concentrate on anything else. Lobotomized is the perfect word for that feeling.

Excellent read!

[The Elder Pine]

I like this poem very much. I have been around such settings and felt this way. I like your ability to replicate the dialect typically associated with the country region. This piece was a joy to read!

[THE BLACK SEAL]

lol i was rather amused by this thank you my friend

[E. M. Murren]

This is a truly enjoyable read. Your timing flows gracefully and your rhyming scheme is really pleasant without being overpowering. Really fine work.

I see the sight as it is familiar, being I was raised out in the country. When one is missing another, the early morn is cold and sharp, the work hard and endless and when you are content with one... suddenly a sunrise with one you love is not cold and sharp but beautiful and the work is no longer never ending but a fast paced chore.

Very nice job here, I enjoyed the scenery and even the emotions you told and showed.