Bales

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The big, grassy roundels put my soul at ease.

Submitted: July 26, 2011

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Every time I look at

baled hay, a smile curls

up my face, and turns into

a wide, joyous grin.

I don't even know why,

the tall, heavy clumps,

the sweetly dry scent of

warmth and life-giving.

Sometimes, you can't explain,

and it just doesn't matter.


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