Just A Barn Full Of Hay
Posted: Thursday, August 27, 2009
by David Pekrul
Just a barn full of hay,
It is there we would play,
We would romp around morning 'till night,
Then we'd sleep in the straw,
In pajamas or 'raw',
From the dusk until dawn's early light.
Tunnels dug in the hay,
It was there we would lay,
And tell stories or giggle or fight,
Then we'd munch on a snack,
Of which there was no lack,
We would share them and give each a bite.
In this world of our own,
We would often bemoan,
That on Monday we'd go back to school,
We could stay there all year,
There was nothing to fear,
For this kingdom was one we could rule.
Just a barn full of hay,
And I wish I could stay,
But my childhood is over and done,
Now I oft' reminisce,
And I really do miss,
Those young days when we had so much fun.
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Top-level comments on this article: (10 total)David,This was so well-said.Fond memories to be able to reflect on. You brought much to mind. Thank you for sharing a bit of your childhood with us.NancyThank you, and fond memories they are.
My favorite place to play as a child was in the barn when it was full of hay! Thanks for the reminder, David.City kids just don't know what they're missing, do they?
Neat memories - I was amazed at how much dust was in the hay when first introduced as a college freshman (there were kittens hiding in the hay loft too!) MarijoNow what was a college freshman doing in a hay loft? I won't even ask....lolAnd yes, we had kittens in our hay loft also.
This article reminds me of my younger days when I lived on a farm. How that hay was fun to play in.If you were like me, you didn't have a lot of fancy toys. But we didn't need them, what with hay lofts and a forest full of trees.
sleeping raw in the straw sounds a bit itchy and scratchy and poky and down right uncomfortable. Thought you were from orchard country?Oh well, happy scratching to you.Yea, I did live in orchard country for a few years (Kelowna, B.C.), but was raised in the Lower Mainland of B.C.Now, is this the Everett Johnson I knew from Fort St. John? If so, how ya doin' bro?
Nicely done, David.Thanks much, Ken.I apologize for the micro-comment, David- was called away.I never "romped" in the hay but was deposited there a few times by my older brothers.Your work is very refreshing, David. How is that book coming? It would do very well!Any size comment is a good one, Ken, and I appreciate every one. As far as the book, I've just got to get around to finishing the proof-reading, then submit it to CafePress(dot)com.Oh, to find the time, what with yard-work, home renovations and full-time at the funeral home. But I'll get there yet.
hi david,thank you for writing this.it seems those days, although long gone, are deep within your personality. lucky you.not nintendo and x box and computers, cell phones, etc.some things we just can't duplicate.my best to you,sueThanks Sue,I am very thankful for a great childhood. I always tell people that I didn't have many toys; that all I had to play with was a stick. Not quite true, but we did have to use our imaginations a lot more than kids do today. And boy did we have some good times!
Thank you for all the fun memories you brought to mind while I read this wonderful poem. Blessings! TeresaThanks, Teresa. I'm glad I could spark those memories for you.
I always enjoy it when someone shares their childhood memories. Thank you for sharing.Linda DAnd thanks for reading and responding, Linda.
When I was a kid I used to live on a small farm with a hay barn, so can relate to your poem. It wasn't all good times though, as it burned to the ground of couple of times and will never forget the stench of burning hay and wood. However, i cannot deny that it made a great hiding place and vantage point during games of soldiers! Nicely done....JulianWhen you're a kid, playing and sleeping in the hay, you just don't think about how volatile it can be.A few years ago while driving, I came across a whole field of hay, burning because it was baled too wet.
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