Some things

Hay have you ever noticed how
Birds change there song just before
It rains Or how
Happy there song is first
Thing in the morning on
A beautiful summer day

The tune of a cricket as the sun goes
Down once darkness is upon the day the cyoties
Start up yipping and howling there eerie
Crys send shivers down my spine
It reminds me of when i worked on
My grandmas farm when i was 13
Things where somuch simple then that was my
Bigest fear in life cyoties and crickets
Screeching thru the night

One thing i always loved was waking up
To the birds chirping away and wading thru the
Hay field to move the irrigation first thing in
The morning i cant describe the smell of the hay
I have almost forgot myself its been so long