Best Back Yard Poems
While watching the stars way up high,
my thoughts drift to another time,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
four sisters all in childhood's prime.
My thoughts drift to another time,
another place where innocence was bred,
four sisters all in childhood's prime,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed.
Another place where innocence was bred,
when the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night.
When the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
after a long and exhausting day at play,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night,
all our cares just up and flew away.
After a long and exhausting day at play,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
all our cares just up and flew away,
while watching the stars way up high.
Though it gets lots of water,
our grass on clay dirt yellows;
stubborn thorny weeds reside. . . .
where might I buy turf?
For Francine Robert's Contest:
"Flowers, trees, grass, or bees"
the Ozark plateau
sun frames mount’s splendid beauty
sun sets in Ozarks
pear trees glisten burnt orange
a sweet, juicy pear drops, thud!
Francine Robert Contest
Contest: The view
9/9/11 John Moses Freeman
Plants, Trees, Hills, and Grass
White shed black trim corner back
School and Park with kids
Path near fence where two dogs track
Green, Brown, Orange, Yellow, Red, Black
Five Pines fifty years
Rock garden and sidewalk near
Lilac Bushes two
Squirrels, Chipmunks, Birds fly through
Expanse of sky white and blue
Back yard oasis singing
Leaves like bells ringing
Barbeque Charcoals on fire
Burgers, Brats, cooked to desire
Twin poplars over eighty feet
one proud and full of life
Then nature in a twist of fate
crept in one windy night
Nature doesn't pick and choose
it takes what's in its path
The feeble weakling of the two
a victim of its wrath
Laying there upon the ground
thirty feet of tree
Stretched across the fallen leaves
so very sad to see
With winter coming very soon
I know the joy it'll bring
I slowly cut it into logs
and my heart began to sing
My fireplace will come to life
bringing warmth and bliss
And nature in its twist of fate
will give us happiness.....
as the party was over
me and some had a clover
we dance and swing
some us sing
than the mine got wet
you can bet
we had
BACK YARD SEX
Water wheel running
cascading over slate rocks
the water pours fast
down the mini waterfall
into the large pond below.
Gold fish are thriving
nine fishes swim in this pond
from the gazebo
watching them dart in the pond
chasing each other around.
Raspberry plants grow
along with my small garden
the potted flowers
sit high on my five foot deck
where they survey my back yard.
Phyllis Babcock
Sept 14 2011
I see three cities
and a mountain range far west.
There’s a fenced canal
beside which folks walk or jog
on a path, sometimes with dogs!
Beyond the canal
I see myriad houses,
the view to the left
blocked by tall leafy tree tops.
Beyond the homes lies a lake.
Barely visible,
the lake is a rim of blue
on the horizon.
At night the lake vanishes;
the valley shines before me!
Written by Andrea Dietrich on 9/6/2011
For the Contest of Francine Roberts:
"the view - a tanka"
deer in my back yard
just watching me check her oil
hating progression
when its summer
we're backyard bummer
get food started
all nights partyed
it goes on
if like we're re live
its a treat
our
BACKYARD AND SPARE RIDS
We were raised in a large city
Accessed by, car, taxi, or bus
Sidewalks went to who knows where
But the back yard was country to us
Fenced in but hardly containing
Three very large trees we could climb
Half grass, half dirt, where we could run
Our playground for most of the time!
We had fun, my brother and I
And neighbor kids too, there would be
One thing, that we would discover
Was a post leaned against a tree
Where'd it come from, why was it there?
Could we move it if we so deemed?
Did the tree hold it or it the tree?
Could it be heavy as it seemed?
We had fun climbing that old post
Then we'd slide back down on our feet
But it came to a crashing halt
When I tried to slide on my seat!
Attacked by a hook shaped splinter,
My spanking region, it abused
We had to wake up my mother,
She worked nights and was not amused!
Face down on the doctors table
His scalpel, the Doc would apply
And every time he made a cut
Brought a tear to my brothers eye!
Just a memory from the past
A lesson to think first was had
At least though, since that incident,
A spanking did not seem as bad!
my home in the south
thats my routh
we don't have a brage
in our yard
we do and been apart
its have
SOME FLING BEE
in our
BACK YARD TREE
Home BACK door,
A YARD far,
A BIRD blah,blah,
The Back yard bird in wound and scar!
it was all around
as it came down
we couldn't see the tree
it hit hard
with strong wind blow
OUR
BACK
YARD SNOW
Finley ground singed flesh
Atop a pineapple ring
Spiced up appetite
By Robb A. Kopp