Full to the rafters

We've had a delivery. Hay and straw filling the store but also means lots of mess to sweep up!

Will Carleton(1845-1912).
“The Boy in the Mow”

There glides through the barn's mammoth door
A sweet-scented hill-top of hay;
An athlete, with strength bubbling o'er,
Now flings it in forkfuls away.
Another is stowing it back,
With white pearls of toil on his brow;
And, treading the hay in his track,
Looms faintly the boy in the mow.