Man on a Tractor

The haying done
spotted like freckles are the
mounds
it was early morning when it began.

First the mowing
then raking
next bailing into bundles
scattered across the field

acreage stretching to the sun
the driver prideful of his rows
the perfection of his bales

forgiving tiredness in his frame
knowing sheep and cattle will cavort
in the sweetness of the grain.

The life of a young farmer
blissful
at peace with himself
sky
land
and field of promise his to fulfill.

© Richard L. Provencher