Baled Poems - Poems about Baled

...I am not made for these modern times Missouri mud runs through my veins unspoiled country air flows through my lungs. my roots are intertwined in the bedrock of culture, traditions and folklore ......

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...This is a seven minute write. In seven minutes, I go to bed. But first, I will continue. When ghosts… When roasts… Go to bed. Go away to the barn where hay is baled. And trails of mud lead to ......

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...WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD Why start nattering about lucky tracks Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm? Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait With hooded coats, caves of hibernation, S......

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...Sun is rising, birds are cooing, and I am up, up and doing, the billy’s on, tea is brewing in younger days waking. So I’d grab my torn gloves to wear as old man Walms......

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...Ribbons of purple are splayed out in tractor rows of elegance A foot off the ground, spreading lavender faerie fragrance Oh, sweet lavender blue, dilly dilly, Lavender blue, Billy, Billy! Great da......

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...The ink on my diploma still wet I lived on my grandparent's farm for the summer Their day began with roosters crowing and ended at sundown In between those two bookends of the day cows were m......

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...Rolling hills, verdant meadows Acres lined in evergreens Brightly coloured maples, flaunting Clad in yellows, reds, tangerines Farmer's fields, neat and freshly-cut Straw sheaves, twined and ba......

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...A Good Mystery I love a good mystery A real whodunit, I love the Hallmark Mystery and Movie Channel, Nothing like watching Andy Griffith play the part of “Matlock” He always figured it out ......

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...In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks, And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped flocks, 'Twas time to gather in the corn for a huskin' bee ......

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...Take these beans the vendor said They are the best that ever grew A marvelous crop they’ll bring The best beans I ever knew How much for them? A dollar He put them in my hand Do you think they ......

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...Sending the tending to an unfriended ending, yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending. Logotype monotype linotype, overripe stereotype, teletyped an unripe heliotype. ......

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...Cold dark wind Upon my face The weathers Turning bad Black blizzard On the horizon The devils up My sleeve Starched memories And fish hooks I turned my back On society Bent upon a dream Frozen bam......

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...YOU ARE IN A CAR WITH CHARCOAL BLAZING IN THE BOOT....DID IT EXPLODE :) Bernie Kinnear was a blacksmith who needed charcoal so they brought some by car to the smithy...trouble was it came to life ......

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...“Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk, And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope, So now and never any different”.......Robert Frost …………………………………………......

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...Lord, were is my blessing Well, I now pick a lot of cotton and baled a lot of hay You keep a roof over my head, and I just continue to pray You know, after they freed them slaves, they......

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