Haying poem {letter to a friend 1945}

I drove the tractor for haying today
when we stopped to relax I sat in the
warm sun on the whippletree I
would have lain under it but it’s too
narrow to give much shade and the
harness straps get in the way. I
talked with the other hayers, kids
my age since dad can’t get adult
hired help on account of the war
but he told us we did a good job

2022 Jacqueline Jackson

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