Hate to do this again so soon, but, while we are on the subject of rakes, this poem I wrote long ago fits right in, The thing is it likely could have happened and probably did. I'll try not to bobble this one up.
Rake Wreck
In the old days,
it was done a different way.
You hitched up horses,
when you needed to put up hay.
This little story that
I'm about to relate to you,
was told to me by dad,
so I guess it must be true.
It seems Herman had some hay down,
and the hired man had left for good.
His wife, being a good wife,
said she'd do whatever she could.
So he put her on a dump rake,
to rake up some hay.
And this is the sad story,
of what happened that terrible day.
Now horses with broncy inclinations
were usually used on the rake.
Where an attitude adjustment,
didn't take long to make.
Herman was fiddlin' with the harness,
he was standing up ahead.
When the wind plucked the bonnet,
plumb off Mary's head.
It sailed through the air,
lit on one broad back.
That ol' pony thought for sure,
he was under a fearsome attack.
He took of running,
joined by his teammate.
knocking Herman down,
under the rake.
They headed out across the meadow,
they were both running well.
Like they were being pursued,
by demons from hell.
He was rolling with the sandburs and hay,
she gripping the iron seat,
'cause she was scared to jump.
Old Herman was hollerin' for all he was worth,
"DUMP mary, DUMP".