My 100th Japanese poem.

round bale of hay

round bale

Checking Cows with Dad

riding shotgun

taking square bales to the cows

dad closes the gate

they moo and run toward us

I drive while he throws the hay



This is actually me reminiscing back to my childhood. I grew up on a farm, and helped my dad with the cows a lot. I learned to drive by steering the pickup across the field, while my Dad stood on the tailgate and threw square bales to the cattle. I had to break for the cows and stop the truck very easy so my Dad would not fall. I never threw him off of the truck, but I did accidentally scare him a couple of times. I was seven when I first got to drive/steer the pickup.


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