Make Hay While the Sun Shines

     MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES                                `                Trooper Arlie D. Wood  10Feb2017

       Make Hay While The Sun Shines.                                                          `        Make stores of the golden grain.                                                        `      Make huge round bales dot many fields                      ` `                `                   Across the wide great plains.

               No more mules will trod                                                                 `           Across the stubble and sod                                                    `        But the tractor’s smelly belch                                                         `     Will visions of yesteryear squelch.                                                                       No haystack, there to lie                                                `            `                    Gazing into the sky                                                                 `               Watching clouds form their scheme                                                         `          In the heavens wide scene.

       Soon new seeds will fall like rain                                              `                 Upon the disc tilled dormant plain.                                                         `           New life will soon grow                                                     `                `        ‘Neath a blanket of snow. 

       As the hay bales sustain cattle                                                        `                  The cowboy gets some rest.   

             In the time that’s ahead                                                                                They will not be so blest.

         Whether moonlight, rain, or sleet;

             The calves just don’t care.

   `     In arroyo, mesquite, or hilltop,

              Perhaps in prickly pair;

               It makes no difference,

                The calf is just there.

               Soon the cattle will eat                                                       `                           From cotton cake, corn 

                 Or merging wheat.                                                              `                     Rainfall, hail, prairie fire;                                          `                                  Can it survive nature’s ire                                                           `        Or its most violent of wrath                                                                        The tornado’s unpredictable path.

                 If all is unscathed and

                    The gamble is won,                                                      `                          ‘Twil be time once again;                                                         `                   To make Hay 'neath The Sun.