STRANGE VOICES: WERE THEY SPYING MARTIANS?
VOICES CAME WAFTING OVER THE HILL
It must have been in July, June or May.
Such a strange tale I heard Mother say.
Long after the cream separator whine;
Giving a small stream of cream so fine.
When the electric milking machine did stop
To the reverse-compressor’s subtle pop.
All of those dairy machines had been washed;
And soon the piglets needed to be sloshed.
A QUIET DAY ALONE
A son and daughter were not employed;
As she watched the 3 youngest boys.
Their faces, each, showed an absence of frown;
For the whole crew was on their way to town.
They moved with an air of being ‘in luck’;
The way the 3 of them leaped into the truck.
And then her hubby got behind the wheel.
He needed to buy some ‘what-you- may-call- it’ seal.
THE STILL OF THE DAY
It was now mid-morn, the rooster had crow’n;
The cows had been milked and the hay bales thrown.
There was a noisy, one-chicken parade
Who loudly announced an egg had been laid.
Cluck-hens with their staccato clucking sound;
Strutted their proud families of chicks around.
When later she took out the potato peels
And that was met with joyful piglet squeals.
THE DAY WAS MUCH TOO QUIET
The cows had all marched to the water tank
And crested the hill after all had drank.
All the horses had the day off, but came
To drink from the water tank, just the same.
A grain truck roared by on the county road.
It must have been carrying a big load.
It had a perceptible, groaning whine;
It must have been revving near the red-line.
SUDDENLY TOOOO QUIET
Suddenly the sound of the windmill head,
“Squeak, squeak, squeak, the wind switched,” is what it said.
VOICES…distant voices…stopped her in her tracks!
Was another human being here? Or out back?
Only one cloud, and it was floating high;
And no airplanes were in the midday sky.
Muffled sounds…barely audible…and soft;
So she checked the barn and checked the hayloft.
MYSTERIOUS VOICES, AM I ALONE?
The voices reappeared…like from the stars?
Coming out of thin air…maybe MARS?
The napping dog was undisturbed here;
So no humans or animals were near.
And on that farmstead set below the hills
Where families struggled to pay their bills;
Came MARTIAN voices, she’d not understand
Undulating over the Dakota land.
FINALLY THE GUYS CAME HOME
That warm day was getting extremely long!
Something on God’s green earth was surely wrong!!
“I need to talk to someone…otherwise,”
She said, “I’m in luck…here come the guys.”
“Have you heard the VOICES?” she exclaimed.
“Mom, have you heard?” came the triple refrain.
All 3 talking at once…was the factor,
“The neighbor has a radio on his tractor!”
© Copyright 1994, all rights reserved. by Orv Alveshere, Fargo, ND