Best Barns Poems

Silos stand like sentinels
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I don’t know how many millions or billions
Of sparrows there are, but the Father does
How can he know when each sparrow falls?
He knows every detail...

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The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a...

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Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed...

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Come oh come to harvest home you thankful!
Rouse your tongues for your barns, so big and bountiful;
All grains and gains are safely gathered in with...

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We loved the lollipops, cracker jacks, and Holloway candy sticks.               ...

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Recently learned the word malaprop,  didn't want to dally on this something silly, cheers dilly


The dust flew off the top of the sealant fan
Frantically...

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It echoes dull dawn past a long evening.
Dusk is being thawed off like flowering.
Your aegis bore the road to the doorway.
A soft tune for a...

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Is Spring a better beauty than the Fall
with insects seeking sweetness as they fly?
Or is the Autumn prettier than all
due to the brightness of the...

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When I need an uplift for my weary soul and to clear my muddled mind.
I slowly cruise along a country road to see what treasures...

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I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the...

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My Kentucky in Fall
 
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting...

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I love to spend my October afternoons walking ankle-deep in dried, curled leaves.
They cover the back country roads, the forest floor, and my own front...

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In schoolhouses, barns, churches, all good grounds
The blind, the weary, and those with sad stories
Men, women, children needing His glory
We will sing, as though His...

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They are along the edge of the woods,
in the meadow along the mighty river,
in a little crack in the drive way,
in orderly spaces in well...

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