In The Hay For Baby

I wrote this in 1958 on my way from Kansas to Utah aboard a hay truck. 3 migrant farm workers and their daughter had hitched a ride on my caravan, and for three hours straight their daughter cried for she was allergic to hay. I wrote this in attempts to quell her cries:

In The Hay For Baby

The bumpiest ride and the quietest noise

The noise of a child crying

Will bring a grown man to his knees

Will bring the death to dying.

For she who sobs is one in many

Too fools have I once spoke

In times of needlessly undenying

Its her life that I should tolke.

Published in: on October 28, 2010 at 7:19 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. Marry me.

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