Photo-a-Day (Friday, 9th July, 2021)
What a nice picture . I helped out on this farm back in the 70s . It was then known as Alf Gills . Perhaps it still is , but the working methods have since changed.
Throughout the morn the stack grew bigger
With every bale of corn
Until the lad upon the cart
Was little more than a distant figure
Up in the mid day sun .
By tea his face was a distant blur
To the straw strewn loaders down below ,
For the only thing they could observe
Was the silvery gleam of the grappling iron
Swinging low .
At dusk the wain was two poles high ,
A tottering tower to the sky ,
And throned atop a lowly fellow
Rode like the monarch of the meadow .
Worthington Hall Farm, I used to go to school with Andrew Gill who lives there, thinking back I remember he once pinched one of my girl friends
Lovely scene of summer. Very uplifting, David.
A lovely familiar scene of hard work down on the farm. All's well with the world and the hay bales are in.
What a lovely photo, and what a lovely sky. Good poem, Poet.
We went to many fabulous New Years Eve parties there at Andrew and Sylvia Gills farm.
Another excellent photo David , my grandparents had a farm ,used to love going helping out at hay making time, and harvesting , wonderful memory's .
Lovely photo David, a bit different. We have photos from the 1970s of one of my sons sitting on the hay bales in New Springs.This brought memories back.Thank you.
One of your girlfriends Mick? Blimey! How many did you have up there in Shangri-La Shevington? They must have been queueing up all the way to the border!