Night Feeding

Here is a poem that Marie wrote about night feeding:

Feeding
At night,
When the stars are bright
And light is most gone from the hills

We get in the truck Me and Dad

And with hay from the stack,
Dad will fill up the back,
Of our two ton with everlastin’ will
No need to go fast, But, Boy am I glad,
When feeding is over at last.
–Marie, age 11