The Pasture

The pasture was spread behind
the house where I had lived.
In spring, we, siblings, ran from our home
to the opposite side
of the grassland.
In summer, our play changed from tag
to hide-and-seek.
In autumn,
a huge car came and cut it.
Then another one came
to make hay bales. Mom
told us not to go there until these big
machines finished everything.
So, we watched the machine laying
eggs, made of grass, through the window.
After they left, we rushed to the hay balls and find
the one and climbed
up. At that time, he was in early childhood,
I helped him climb up the ball
and after that, I jumped on it. We stayed
there for a long time
until mom came
to the pasture with her camera.
Just before winter, a truck came to carry hay bales
to farmers. In winter, green pastures turned
white. We rushed
to the pasture again.