Niall’s POV
“Niall darlin’ wake up!”
“Wha-why? It’s a Saturday morning, let me sleep!” I groggily snapped back, not knowing it was my aunt I was speaking to until I reluctantly opened my eyes.
“Honey it’s your first day of work for Mr. Davidson, you don’t want to be late and make him angry.”
I huffed in annoyance, slowly sitting up and rubbing at my tired eyes.
“Just tell David when you’re ready and he’ll give you a ride.” she said calmly before exiting my room. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to get out of bed. I wish David never volunteered me to do this. I mean, yeah the money part is good, but farm work? I’m not a farm boy, I’m a singer. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching out my constrained limbs. When I finally built up enough energy, I stood up and walked over to the dresser, picking out some of my new cloths that I thought would be suitable for the farm life.
Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I exited my room and walked into David’s. I figured he still would’ve been sleeping, like normal people do on Saturday mornings, but he was wide awake. What is it with these people? How do they have so much energy this early in the morning?
“Hey bro, ya ready for your first day as a ‘farm boy’?” he asked with too much enthusiasm for me to handle. I gave him a subtle eye roll, and sighed loudly.
“No, no I am not. I will probably get fired after ten minutes of being there.”
“Oh don’t be dramatic, you’ll do fine.” he tried to reassure me as we walked out the door and to his truck. He cranked the radio up and out came some more of this hick music. Only this time, I was a bit more used to it, and I didn’t completely hate it.
“Listen to this song buddy, this is what you’ll be doing today.” he informed me, turning it up a bit louder. I listened to the lyrics carefully, hoping to understand some of the terms so I wouldn’t look like a complete idiot today.
There’s tractor-trailers backed up down by the elevator
Train track grain car will roll in later
Get filled up and head out in the world
Its harvest time in this little town
Time to bring it on in, pay the loans down
Fill our diesel tank up, make another round
There’s a big red moon comin’ up in the sky
Combine’s cuttin’ in a staggered line
The only time of year we miss the church bells chime
Its harvest time there’s a thermos and a water jug rollin’ around in the cab
A set of socket wrenches wrapped up in a greasy red rag
When Bobby’s mother pulls in the field bringing us supper
We grab a bite and maker sure to hug her
Saddle back up and let the big wheels roll
I let some of the foreign terms sink in to my mind, trying to make sense of them.
“Um…what’s a diesel, and what the hell is a combine?”
David merely chuckled at my serious questions. I glared at him, hoping he’d realize I wanted an actual answer. His laughing came to a halt and he composed himself.
