My 100th Japanese poem.

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.