Bales Poems - Poems about Bales

...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......Read the rest...

... 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 ......Read the rest...

...As the leaves brown, They float to the ground, Under the fagus tree. Animals sing out, Whilst new plants sprout, And the crows around flee. Jump across the bales of hay, Until the sun sets......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Just days ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the autumn winds to come. The clover and alfalfa were beginning to bloom, sending a heady scent over the nearby ......Read the rest...

...We crept down a meandering country road, gravel crackling underneath our tires. The countryside stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown, and green squares held together by the thick g......Read the rest...

...Summer that year was beasty hot and dry. The sidewalks sizzled and roasted my bare feet, and the heat permeated the already parched ground leaving huge cracks and crevices. The grassy lawns—yellow an......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...There’s tons of fun things you can do on the farm, like bucking bales of hay or cleaning the barn. Or milking the cows and feeding the chickens, working the garden where the beans need picking. ......Read the rest...

...I am quite taken with the sultriness from the Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy brassiness of my horizons a solid structure forms eac......Read the rest...

... Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty Never slack on milk, she did her duty Pouring out her supply, like a fountain Feeding on the rye across the mountain She raised sweet, sof......Read the rest...

...Well, how to say, the story begins well, I go on a path (wide enough for a tractor), 20 meters long, which leads to a field (I had never had the curiosity to go there, but I pass in front every time ......Read the rest...