Alone in a Field

I rode by a newly

cut field today,

and saw just

one little

bale of hay.

 

Alone in a field

eight acres or less.

Why it was

there is now

anyone’s guess.

 

Maybe the farmer

just simply forgot.

Or perhaps he

knew I’d come

by this spot,

 

while I roamed

way to way

and by the by

to see his bale

of hay today.

Andy Perrin is a writer/photographer/cyclist/teacher who lives in southern Rhode Island. He often explores the world around him and records moments of inspiration in photographs and words. His poetry has been selected for publishing by Wingless Dreamer, Metonym Literary Journal, Petrichor Magazine, Hidden Peak Press, as well as photography by Quibble Literary Journal.