Coop Poems - Poems about Coop

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...

...This aint my first rodeo I have known horse refuse before Not thoughtful enough or thorough I thought Well thats what boots are for Emblazened on my personal crest familial coat of arms I......Read the rest...

... Springtime is upon us, And I'm perched upon a tree, I would truly love to write But there's nothing I can see, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden.......sorry wrong poem. When a......Read the rest...

... "Nature is a joy in spring with fresh life and a wonder at other seasons. The myriad animate and inanimate forms living in nature surprise and delight us. The sight of little creatures taking care ......Read the rest...

...Girly Pumpkin Head is sitting on the front stoop Around the side of the glorious scarecrow chicken coop The teenage ghosts and ghouls are giving her the eye Watch out! Says Grim Reaper, you do not......Read the rest...

...She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming, Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell. She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch, And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele. It was just a soi......Read the rest...

...Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Pop bottles take back to claim the tuppence. Kellogg’s cartons collected for the kids To cut and paste and learn creative art. Unburnt cinders reclaim......Read the rest...

... Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits. Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fiftee......Read the rest...

...CHRISTMAS CHICKEN REVOLT Twas the night before Christmas, all through the coop, The chickens stirred, marching down the slope. They clucked and squawked across the street, Fed up with being se......Read the rest...

...It was late at night and I couldn't sleep restless as a caged bird I flew the coop in my 1964 blue thunderbird... I saw him from the corner of my eye cradling an empty bottle of gin I rol......Read the rest...

...Gravel road winds up to the gate logs from a bygone era, sturdy electrified now, to keep out ~ or perhaps to keep in ~ The cowshed, chicken coop scraggly gardens and gr......Read the rest...

...We sent robots and rovers to Mars! What if the little green critters out there returned the compliment and sent their hackers and AI gadgets to invade us marked 'X' open at your own peril! Th......Read the rest...

...New York was so relaxed Lady Liberty was slumbering with snores. There was a garbage strike, and the taxis were sauntering with oars. No one was excited, hot dog men were yawning in their wheat bun......Read the rest...

...The splendor of the morning awakens in my dreams with shapes of glory drizzling in the stream and the clouds moving slowly in the sky with melodies of hope and the passion breathing beneath the sunli......Read the rest...