Best Farm Horse Poems

TONY THE PONY

Last weekend our friends invited us
To their farm,
And we were introduced, to their 
New pony, who had delectable charm.
His name was Tony,
Such a...

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My Molly May

I had a little pony
I called her Molly May
So often I would venture out
And feed her bales of hay.

So then she’d frolic
Kick her...

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The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried...

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Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s 
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled 
sparkling...

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The rain didn't fall 
last night so much
as it was thrown.

The wind didn't blow
last night so much
as it was whipped.

And a whip is
a thing which
lacerates,...

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Along a country a dusty country road
      There is a lot to explore
I see a large house on the field
Beside...

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I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
The ache of hollow,
the empty of the not 
simply empty; rather,
the empty of the
recently full.

The silent ache of
missingness, of...

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Several times we took the kids
To vacation on Grandpa’s farm
Many a time they’d be walking around
With kittens they found in the barn

Grandpa arranged for a...

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 fable 

Farmer Brown never works on Sunday, 
for Sunday is special and they go to church.
Two horses in his barn know of kindness
for of...

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And the Rest is...Restful/Restless


tonight

At last, he sleeps
beneath the stars and,
for once, beneath the grass.


tonight

at last, she sleeps
beneath the stars and
for once, above her horse.

tonight

One sleeps...

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Soon, I’ll be going to the county fair
Late in August, it makes its return
I’ll be showing my prize-winning mare.

Being an exhibitor, I don’t pay a...

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The unexpected heavy thud
of netted hay on solid wood.
My horses snort and sigh and chew,
as glistening cobwebs sway with dew. There is comfort in their...

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Once there was a country boy called Chester,
     he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from...

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TONY THE PONY’S LITTLE PRINCESS 
PART TWO

Two weeks ago, we got a very excited call 
From our friends on the farm,
Tony’s sexy young lady, 
Shady,
Had...

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Blue skies above,
Green grass below.
Hot springs still,
Cool waters flow.

Wind blows soft,
Trees stand tall.
Clouds drift by,
Warm rains fall.

Corn stalks sway,
Bull frogs croak.
Squirrels take shelter,
Wheat fields soak.

Sun...

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