| January/February 1963

R. 2, Gothenburg, Nebraska

I like to hear the men recall
The time of threshing days
When sparks from their steam engines
Set many fields ablaze.

And often when they moved at night
And shoveled in the straw
How the flames shot from the smoke stack
As they fed the hungry maw.

To would really light up all the sky
And give them light to see
For they had no lights to see by night
There was no electricity.

But lanterns served their purpose
Hung on the engine bars
No car ran into them at night
Because there were no cars.

They pulled an extra hay rack
For the straw to keep up steam
And the water boy had no easy job
No time to sit and dream.