Autumn Chill

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I’ve seen the last hay cut on many a West Georgia field
October bales line the hills and await the coming chill
It doesn’t make much difference to many anymore
the last cut is baled and hauled away to a super store
One just like it is coming soon to the neighborhood
Steel and stucco in the woods
Asphalt on the fields
I look across the gentle hills and feel a chilled breeze blow
across the open acres to where the tree line grows
A red tail hawk soars silently in the blue fall sky
onto the upmost branches of a storm  struck oak that died
He scouts the tranquil domain
I’m sure that he can see
the asphalt fields are growing just beyond the trees
I’ve seen the last hay cut on many a West Georgia Field
It ain’t ever easy in this autumn chill
Old timers park the John Deere and throw the last bale on the stack
They’ve done their job they’ll take the money and some may not look back
I’ll always see October bales along the Georgia hills
and hear the red tail hawks cry shrill it this autumn chill

jrw © 09/28/09                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                          

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About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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6 Responses to Autumn Chill

  1. Beth says:

    This is one of you very best works Jay; and the pictures that accompany the words are perfect.

  2. 元方 says:

    Wow,what a beautiful farm…

  3. Rambling says:

    The asphalt fields seen by our friend the Red Tailed Hawk are growing here too. My youngest has a home in what was a very wooded area in the back of the homes on his street. "They" built the worlds (not kidding) ugliest condos..hundreds of them, in the hawk\’s woods. Now he is reduced to hunting even farther off…dining on more song birds as well..and just seeing his domain and food source taken by the selfishness of humans. Just like all the other birds and animals.

  4. ··¤ SETH says:

    Sweet October … I like my early morning jogs… the early mornings mists and chill, almost more energizing than the best coffee! A new season is always so thrilling. What a wonderful entry and excellent snapshots!

  5. Lisa ♥ says:

    J . Your words have a place in my heart. Beautifully written. So Peaceful yet I know that feeling when the land is turned to what we hate the most. Love the Frist Photo. Outstanding. I see the Grain and just beyond that is Pure Beauty in the Country. Love the Field of Hay. Nice Crop. We dont have a second cut but all is well. We will live. It could be worse. Loved your Entry.!! Im with Miss Beth. Your Best .Luv Ya my Dear Friend.Lisa

  6. Here I Am says:

    such a contrast in words but so discribed the times. Your photo go so well with the words. Nicely done. Take Care Carrie

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