At the tender age of three,
Dressed in mud boots to my knees,
I learned the value of baler twine,
For staking young tomato vines.
A few years after we left Maple Street,
Dad strapped double-bladed ice skates to my feet.
It was an old pair with frayed straps - nothing new,
So he used baler twine to wrap the skates to my shoes.
Baler twine, oh baler twine;
How divine, my dad's baler twine.
On many cold, winter nights in our house on the hill,
Where the wind blew with a freezing chill,
We would build a fire with rotten fence posts,
Then use baler twine as kindling to make it really roast.
Leading horses, pulling sleds, and hoisting hammocks.
Mending saddles, latching gates, and binding feed sacks.
Round bales, square bales, straw, oats, or hay,
Baler twine is always there to save the day.
Baler twine, oh baler twine;
How divine, my dad's baler twine.
Jean Neff Guthrie
