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Mid-Summer in New Hampshire
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Robert Manchester


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A July morning
before the sun comes down to
greet the waiting earth.
 
Nighttime cool
gives way to hazy warmth
that perfumes the air
with the fresh scent
of new cut hay
laying in the fields.
 
The few remaining stalks of grass
patiently wait
for the afternoon breeze,
music for their slow
and swaying dance.
 

© by Robert Manchester.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 

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Robert Manchester lives in New Hampshire, surrounded by leafy trees, stone walls, memories of Robert Frost, and several living poetry legends. He's been writing and publishing poems for 50+ years, but quite prefers writing to submitting. Even so, his work manages to appear in print and win prizes on a fairly consistent basis, and Robert has even joined the Newbury Poetry Group. Though he views himself as a cynic who writes edgy poems about the "underbelly of life—the junk cars, tumbledown trailers, goat pens in the front yard, and the like—", his work is actually quite entertaining and often humorous.

 

 


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Janet Leahy:
Wisconsin fields look and smell like this, thanks Robert for a lovely morning poem.
Posted 07/29/2013 09:47 AM
Havenwood:
Vivid imagery and soothing flow. Well done!
Posted 07/29/2013 09:44 AM
hujsaked@aol.com:
Nice. Restores memories, Robert, haying on the family farm in Merrimack, now built over for Mass. commuters. What a kick, the day the new Farmall-A tractor arrived, fully equipped.... plow,mower, etc. like a Swiss army knife.
Posted 07/29/2013 08:50 AM
Carol Hauer:
I love this. Such beautiful summer images.
Posted 07/29/2013 08:19 AM


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