THE SHAPE OF HAY

The shape of gathered hay
has changed much
since my early days.

When I was young
it was in stacks —
a pleasing sight to see —
those mounds
all scattered round the fields
that heard the swish of scythes
when harvested.

Then the tractors and machines
swept over fields
and bails emerged in blocks
spit out and spread around
the rolling hills,

Now hay is mostly gathered round —
rolled up
and scattered over farming land
in massive cylinders.

I wonder what its shape will be
in twenty-twenty-three.

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