New Mown Hay

Hear the rain hit the tin roof,
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…
Smell the new mown hay.

Hear the horses and cows
Walking and snuffling below,
Stepping on the new mown hay.

Feel the sweet cool breeze,
Blowing gently through the door,
As you lie upon the new mown hay.

See the silver raindrops fall,
Creating puddles in the barnyard,
Among the new mown hay.

Remember the days of childhood?
Back when you were free,
Lying upon the new mown hay.