Bales Poems - Poems about Bales

...His canvas boots still tell of the mountain, yet Old Man River has changed, grown or dwindled - hard to say. Maybe the ragged winged carrion birds have spirited him away? The newly painted riv......

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...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled ja......

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...presently, the patch of an eye, one seeing, the other believing; and the bite of a bunny above a lip - such a dangerous deliverance. presently, the Winter witch, pricks fingers, which crack and......

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..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, ......

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...Willy, a wild mammoth lives in my yard Shedding head all over in clumps Neighbors come by and collect it in bales Making comforters, pillows and plush cushions They bring casseroles, carrots, cro......

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...United States (US): United Kingdom (UK): Australia (AU): Germany (DE): France (FR Spain (ES): Italy (IT): Netherlands (NL) Poland (PL): Sweden (SE): Japan (JP): Canada (CA): T......

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...Did you hear the latest dear Gooey gossip hot off the press Like a cold beer for your ear But hold what you know close to vest I hear that man is really a ma’am Or it may be it is vise versa ......

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...calf's fed from bottles summers of baling hay bales playing in hayloft......

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...At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train', We scampered packing up our bags and bales, A long-awaited train’s a certain bane, But this one turned a boon, such were the tales, An English g......

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... Slivers of sunlight shine upon stacked bales of hay Summer is here, removing all traces of grey The sun roasts all those who dare to stand in his way Life's not all sunshine as summer blues ......

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... I think when I’m in heaven, I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud. Pour some Tennessee whisky, and read poetry to the crowd. I’ll hug my dad a few times, I’ll kiss my mom on both her cheeks. Sit......

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...Everyone in the small town had all gather in the park. The children were all happy, it was finally getting dark. This was the night in which Santa should appear. No clouds remaining, so the sky wa......

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...JUST ANOTHER MURDER OF CROWS A poem by Ellen Gwaltney Bales All day long he hears them screeching Up in the trees Their raucous cries Their “Scree, scree, screes” He does his best to ignore t......

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...Her little brother was finally given permission to jump into hay bales. Laura had been waiting four years for this moment! She took Tommy’s hand and they ran to the hill with the straw. They took ......

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...Remember (smiling) when: You, me, the children then Being out on the farm. We were out tumbling in the yard, We had all tumbled so much The fun we all had We giggled so hard over by the barn......

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