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Family Farm - Passing It On

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One of the things I find a little disappointing in PoetrySoup, is when I searched for a catagory, there is no farm catagory. Maybe farm is cliche? Let me tell you now, that contrary to some poets opinions, thankfully only a minority, CLICHE is one of the most effective, useful and helpful tools any poet can have, even the novice. If you write a poem and someone points out your "cliche," and it still reads good for you, then use it. Don't let any "educated or professional" poet talk you out of it. Remember even the most used cliche is new, refreshing and exiting to many people. FARM Poetrysoup, there are still millions of us, even though Huff n Puff Post says they are all going out of business. T'ain't  so.


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Family Farm - Passing It On

      FAMILY FARM - PASSING IT ON
Grandfather never dreamed of taking help from anyone.
Grandma was always there at his side, from the crack of dawn.
They were laid to rest together, where they chose to lay,
never thinking the farm would end this way.

Daddy was never one for taking help from anyone.
Mama was proud to be at his side, on the family farm.
They were laid to rest together, where they chose to be,
leaving the family farm to you and me.

Father to son. And son to son.
But keep it passing on.
Working a dream when hope was gone,
but keep it passing on.
Grandfather's here, and Daddy is here,
they kept it passing on,
now we hear the auctioneer
passing it on.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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  1. Date: 3/10/2013 4:13:00 PM
    I like it! My mother talks quite a bit about her parents. No they weren't farmers. My grandfather worked the mines. My mother have never lost respect for them. Thanks for the read