Colt Plays the Subjunctive Card

 

It ain't rained in a month and it ain't gonna rain

but me and Colt 

are helpin' Mr Stricker work on his baler 

 

on account of he's got hay down

and just because it ain't rained and it ain't gonna rain

don't mean it couldn't rain.

 

Willie Holmes says 

a good washin' never hurt nothin'

but wet hay is bad hay, and Willie don't know everything.

 

In any case we're tryin' to get that ole New Holland 

back in the field

and it's hot and miserable and no mistake.

 

I say I wish I was anywhere but this where.

Colt says were low under his breath but he don't disagree.





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Written on 2016-04-20 at 02:34

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this jim, I could picture you both, I remember hay baling when I was a child - and I swear that sweet hay smell came into my nostrils along with that sticky hot heat

Elle x
2016-04-20