Burning Daylight- What does it mean?

BURNING DAYLIGHT

by

Kevin L Fairbrother

 

Burning Daylight what ever does it mean

Could be about your daily routine

Or the hours you work from daylight to dusk

Maybe it means how you use the daylight hours

For your own satisfaction and well-being

To me it’s about crawling out of bed

After a restless night sleep from the heat

As evident from the crumpled and soaked sheets

As I greet the burning sun’s rays that announce the new day

Have to face the new day of heat, dust and flies

What-ever the weather there is work to be done

So it’s on with the shorts, t-shirt and wide brimmed hat

And a liberal smothering of sun screen with high UV

Gather my pack of bottled water then on my bike with dogs in tow

Down to the long paddock to gather the sheep

Already the shimmering horizon beggar’s belief

For the hot dry wind burns the air I’m trying to breathe

Burning daylight it’s like the earth is on fire

For it saps my energy, dulls my brain and sweat rolls off

Man and dog must be crazy to be burning daylight in this heat

As the temperature climbs to well above 50 degrees

No shade and no relief from the creek that has run dry

With the dogs panting we gather the sheep and lambs

And push on to the homestead and out of the heat dust and flies

For there will be shelter, shade and cool water to drink

I sit on the porch the dog at my feet and enjoy a feed and a drink

As the daylight hours fade away to a night sky

But there is no relief for the heat still lingers and burns

I know I will be facing the burning of daylight hours yet again 

making hay while the sun shines

Making Hay

by

Kevin Fairbrother

Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to prepare the mower and hay rake

And make sure the baler is in ship shape

Plenty of grease in all moving places

The knives sharpened, bolts replaced

Machinery is ready for the harvest

Come December and hot dry weather

The disc mower attached to the tractor

Whirs into action to mow down the grass

Cutting the grass close to the ground, lays it flat

In the 10 acre paddock on the river flat

The paddock all cut in neat flat rows

Will need lots of sunshine to dry it out

A couple of warm hot days be ready to turn

Once turned another day be ready to bale

The baler hooked up begins to thump

As the pick-up feeds in the dry grass

The needle whirs and threads the string

The first bale rolls off the machine

Hour after hour the baler spits out bales

Soon the paddock is filled with square bales

The men move in with the flat tray truck

Load the bales with sweat and strength

The bales carted and under cover

The hay making machines now quite

The men gather around for a beer and a feed

The hay making done for another year