Baling Poems - Poems about Baling

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

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...BALING HAY We three are farmer girls primarily. named as Alice, Linda and Emily. belonging to same peasant family of almost same ......

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...It's the big moments in life that most people remember, But it's the moments in between which we should dwell upon. Our lives are memories that can be very tender. Thy only happen once and, in an ......

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... "Monsters in My Head" the small gods inside of us worry too much they speak in tongues that never know the depth of what is real or not for tongues they nev......

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...Every defeat and sorrow takes a chunk of heart time spent bridging cracks-soothing scars. Infrequent visits to overgrown graves cackling to a God that never answers back navigating second hand ......

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...Held together with baling wire the smaller bits of life hang like chaff then float away on the dawn’s whisper of each drowning day. Be prepared to salvage one savored moment amidst the fall......

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...Gather round while I spin a yarn 'bout a young gal, grew up in a barn With horses and cows, she had her own stall She loved taking care of them, most of all She'd feed the horses and milk e......

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...BALING HAY Rain rain Come on down Come on down Need to Go to town Go to town Trac-tor Keeps a bump- ing a-long Need rain On the hot Day to-day On rack Be-hind, it's ......

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...Baling hay On the most hot day of the summer Was when the hay fields were ready to cut The smell of the fresh cut hay is something you never forget. As the tractor runs along the field A rabbit ......

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...They haven’t come for many weeks the men who mow my grass at level 4 in lock-down too they haven’t had the chance to venture out, the price too high, their bubble they can’t break but honestly......

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...Sawing logs, one after another Into two feet lengths Just for the specific purpose Of standing them up on the ground Awaiting the iron axe That will create a comforting Roaring fire in the hear......

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...He was born in the Georgia clay drank sweet tea everyday It was rise and shine at the crack of dawn as the rooster sang his song Milk the cows and bale the hay b......

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...You wouldn't believe what I've been thro' lately, I'm supposed to be on holiday, okay but not okay - recovering from an operation, was not my idea of any decent elation. Then there were other t......

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...He knew a world of lesser life, "miles from here and everywhere," he'd often quip. He sat in a swing hung from chains, soaking up nature after the fence mending and baling of hay was done. Time t......

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...Rubber bands and baling twine hold tight; taut from the endless pull of raw nerves condemned to a gilded cage of emptiness. Too much silly putty daubed in the gaping holes ......

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