Best Farm Horse Poems

Our friends invited us to their farm,
And were introduced to Tony 
Their pony, who had delectable charm,
On his forehead was a star,
Which I noticed from afar,
He had already spotted spotted me,
From way beyond the cedar tree.
He stole my heart, 
Right from the start,
He seemed incredibly...

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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 heels up high
Round and round she would run
Looking sweet as she passed by.

She’d run until she was worn out
Then to...

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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 hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create neat long rows,
Then numerous identical clones of perfect rectangles
Lying one...

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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 silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie 
and I for a summer vacation. We had just...

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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, it cuts.

The day after
was the last day
and the next days
will be filled with
no more and no longer
until the next days
outnumber...

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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 the home was a vegetable field
       With a huge scarecrow at watch

To chase away...

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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 quiet.
Before the ghosts have
risen, before the
memorial stones are 
set.  Before the cards arrive.
Before the flowers
are vased to wilt.

I'm here...

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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 pony to ride
Or to pull them around in a shay
Riding a horse was just so much fun
They took turns and...

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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 kindness, the Browns talk a lot.

Each Sunday one of their two horses,
one horse drives their wagon to church.
The kids are...

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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 peacefully
one, fitfully.
One free,
one free of free.

tonight

Both sleep.

tomorrow

One rises,
one sleeps

a mother,
her horse.

tonight
One dreams of tomorrow.
tonight
One dreams of yesterdays....

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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 fare,
Which, of course, is of no great concern
Soon I’ll be going to the county fair.

I’ll be showing her with plenty...

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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 a big city,
          he was unsophisticated and old fashioned.

He had 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 rhythmic chomp, on seeing me they grunt and stomp. Stamping an insistent need for feed,
all eyes upon me fixed by...

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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 peeks through,
Clover smells sweet.
Creek beds swell,
Milk cows eat.

Red petals bask,
Horses roam free.
Dogs bark loud,
Rabbits will flee.

Birds take flight,
Day moves past.
Full...

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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 given birth to a small
Beautiful baby pony,
She was named Charm!
Over the following week they sent
Us many a Whats App, with...

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