Best Baling Poems

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...

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Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile...

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In the heat of July, 
While bringing in the hay, 
He gave her a baling wire ring, 
And this is what he had to say......

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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...

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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...

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Ponytails and blue jeans 
Sat at Papaw's knee, 
Watching as he whittled 
On old branches from a tree. 
    And while he...

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Blueberry and cherry, and home-made apple pie,
Country girls bake them, the apple of your eye;
Each pie’s got a number—which one will you choose?
Look at all...

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Rubber bands 
 and baling twine 
 hold tight; taut 
 from the endless pull 
 of raw nerves 
 condemned 
 to a gilded...

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What a confusing time that was, I had to grow up quick
Its was fun being a child, but we took a lot of stick.
There was...

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Base can enter my spirit voice
to come out from the feet of my legs.
My artillery may sloop and head may die.
The world is about to...

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GGH 1917-1991

He worked so hard to provide
Baling hay and plowing
Hauling hay to the barn
Feeding cows or sowing

He never seemed to tire back then
He always found...

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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...

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I am tired
My heart stop beating
This game of life
Doesn't seem fun anymore

My eyes are weary
My pupils are closing
Silence is all around
The death angel stands at...

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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...

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He was born in the Georgia clay
 drank sweet tea everyday	              ...

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