Hay Days

There were no kids in line, no cotton candy stuck to their lips.

There were no lovers stealing a kiss at the top of the sky, no high schoolers rockin' the basket.

Yet she kept moving. Round and round and round. She still stopped on the platform with every turn of the basket eagerly waiting for someone, anyone.

Can you see her? I wonder what life in a different era looked like for her. When hay days were the highlight of summer. Where she witnessed first kisses, laughter, innocence and joy.