During a relaxed evening in late June while scattered sprinkles became less evident, I encountered a bale of hay in the middle of the road I was traversing. A broken bale was near the edge of the road. They created a traffic hazard. I was ten miles from the farm where my friend Kathy owns and trains horses. I decided to eliminate the hazard from the road and give some free hay to my friend. The whole bale was easy to transport. I also put part of the broken bale in the truck next to the freezer. I used to bale hay with my grandpa and have always loved its aroma. My two favorite aromas are produced by hay and by lilacs. I thought it was convenient that I was so close to Kathy’s where I met Floyd. Floyd is the only horse I have ridden. When Kathy was my girlfriend, I wrote, “Bale of Hay” as a parody of my chocolate milk song. My Children’s Book, “Floyd Eats a Bale of Hay” is based on it.
After loading the hay into the truck, I continued driving in search of customers. A few miles later, I was stopped by a man. He appeared to be slightly perplexed as he approached the serving window noticing a pile of hay next to the freezer. I asked him if he had any goats. He happily responded, “Yes we do.” I then asked if they would like some free hay. He told his mom that I had free hay. Dixie was pleasantly surprised. We unloaded the loose hay which would be eaten by Otis and Little Joe. I loved that a field of corn was across the road because I then recited my poem, “Orchestra of Goats”, which begins with… “As I gazed out, across a field of corn, I saw a goat…” My Children’s Book, “Floyd Hears an Orchestra of Goats” is based on my poem. After serving three humans frozen treats and dispensing free hay, I drove to Kathy’s to unload the whole bale.