Hayloft

April 4, 2008

We spent a little time at Willow Pond farm yesterday and the kids discovered another hayloft.

The Hayloft

by R.L. Stevenson

Through all the pleasant meadow-side

The grass grew shoulder-high,

Till the shining scythes went far and wide

And cut it down to dry.

These green and sweetly smelling crops

The led in wagons home;

And they piled them here in mountain tops

For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,

Mount Eagle and Mount High--

The mice that in these mountains dwell,

No happier are than I!

O what a joy to clamber there,

O what a place for play,

With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,

The happy hills of hay!