Hay Making

Hayfield at BriarCroft –photo by Nate Gibson
our hay field near the farm –photo by Nate Gibson
unloading bales into the hay barn– photo by Nate Gibson
stacking the wagon –photo by Nate Gibson


“Haymaking” [sonnet]
John Clare
(1793-1864).

Tis haytime & the red complexioned sun
Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun
Along the meadow hedges here & there
To sing loud songs to the sweet smelling air
Where breath of flowers & grass & happy cow
Fling oer ones senses streams of fragrance now
While in some pleasant nook the swain & maid
Lean oer their rakes & loiter in the shade
Or bend a minute oer the bridge & throw
Crumbs in their leisure to the fish below
—Hark at that happy shout—& song between
Tis pleasures birthday in her meadow scene
What joy seems half so rich from pleasure won
As the loud laugh of maidens in the sun.

photo by Nate Gibson