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Bob Orr

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Hay Fever

A Waikato winter
so long
so long ago
the morning cold
Dad put the collar
on the draught horse
the bit between its teeth
loaded up the cart with hay.
We lurched across the yard.
Like lightening
frozen puddles fractured
as the horse’s hooves
came down on them.
And so we made our way
into wide paddocks white with frost.
Our little world
bumping and swaying
its creaking momentum
breaking open a winter
once upon a time
in the Waikato.

© Bob Orr

Last updated 11 May 2001