Acres Poems - Poems about Acres

A former Canadian Mountie Lost his mule and put up a bounty Though he searched high and low He got lost in the snow And found his ass in the next county...

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Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres... where Lassie free to run across petco junction All across the webbed wide esse Scott's landed wold emerald green Trifolium carpets harbor untold burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover (leaf) ways grant trifold wishes if captured might divulge pot of gold at rainbow's end, and e'en mend yar shoes, whence re: souled, thence tread softly beneath subthreshold of audibility, cuz...

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he left his family to serach for diamonds did not see him for fifty years the next owner of his home found the world's largest diamond mine under the house of the man who left trying to find something greener on the other side...

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Come sleep with me she said Bring some warmth to my bed That seems to spread acres wide Now that it’s empty on his side Just for a while hold me tight Shorten just one endless night So full of hours that I have wept Until exhausted and finally slept There’s been no word since that day He rang and said he was going...

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Chocolate lotus lips A planted peach tongue And ebony seeding eyes I am the garden you greet With thick calloused thumbs And warm loving palms How can I be so selfish to deny you me to deny me you? I don’t know about tomorrow Next five years too much to ponder For I am like an autumn red leaf Fallen How can I think with boiling blood...

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There are some people who find gardening to be a very relaxing hobby. I am not one of those people, I was born and raised in the city. The closest to a farm that I have ever been is at the supermarket. But I will admit, I like the produce section. and I like picking Fresh fruit and vegetables. Everybody in my...

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I am the Lord of the manor I always have servants at hand I own a big house in the country And acres and acres of land I have tenants that live in the village Though their cottages may not be grand They pay rent to me because as you see I own acres and acres of land When I visit my people Their...

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54, 000 California Acres Lost While you're snug in your pajamas ...

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Years have come Years have also gone Tears and pains are still on; Memories fresh and vivid And families still livid Pains so real, yet a constant Scars as reminders of.... Of the 16 hallowed acres, On the 11th of September 2001 16 bloodied acres of Manhattan estate, a memorial The symbols of America under siege The heroics of men and women to ...

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All across the webbed wide esse Scott's wold emerald green Trifolium carpets harbor untold burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover (leaf) ways grant trifold wishes if captured might divulge pot of gold at rainbow's end, and e'en mend yar shoes, whence re: souled, thence tread softly beneath subthreshold of audibility, cuz unseen universe hapts tubby microscopically rolled with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian mischievous beings (about bajillion holed up could fill...

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I don't know much about politics and such I'm just a regular farming guy Check the water table, tend to the crops Spend most my day scanning the sky But I will tell you what I do know, saying something don't make it so Can't no politician make the wind patterns change Can't no politician bring me much needed rain I can't live on empty words by career...

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My dream shines brightly with ambitious gleam, And in my heart, its vivid brilliance rivals even sunbeam. I dream to be among the ranks of landowners, To have thousands of acres and a hanseatic house, Adorned with colorful feathered grouse, And lush gardens fit for soirees and dinners, Gazebos hosting bands and crooners, And a view of a river as fair as...

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Rainfall came heavy, followed by crushing flood that swept much away....

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I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought The twenty acres alongside the highway On the east side of town in 1956, That seemed so quiet then, unimportant even. A piece of ground where horses had been kept for years, Though I’d never noticed them there. Rough wooden corral and shed with water tank and working Wind mill, was...

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The sun came up today, as usual, but with a difference. While we slept, rain changed to snow, quarter-size flakes accruing on the wet earth. Temperature dropped faster than snowflakes, freezing the garage door shut. Morning brought a crystal cloak, to cover winter's drab face; a blanket of jewels, ...

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