Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Flywheel

          Flywheel

Flywheel spins,
Baler greedily devours,
Windrow of hay in throat,
Bulimicly regurgitates squares.

A poem about baling hay.
About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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