Best Farmhouses Poems

My mother sits at the kitchen table,
smoking slowly and thoughtfully,
the TV too loud.
Those first years we had bedrooms 
we never slept in.
I had nightmares
and she...

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Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
      A young man gets...

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Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale
Where the farmhouses sit all put together
There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale
Just one...

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Streaking skyward the tracers rip
Into hanging soldiers
Falling about into mayhem
Pulsing through blood-filled ears
Hearing comrades scream
Understanding nothing
This is the war I found…

Hatred filled hardened hunter
Into smashed...

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THE PERSPECTIVE OF ALABASTER SCROOGE

In modern English people time, when the world was full of eminent joy, there lived a man of prestige who was...

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Egli in tal modo il proprio carro aggancia
A quello del bieco suo alleato
Che adesso verso l’est la sfida lancia.
He in this way his chariot hooks
To...

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America the Beautiful 
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news...

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Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does...

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A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale

Where the farmhouses sit all put together

There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of...

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Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of...

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Sunday drive

Sunday morning out for a drive
Windows down feeling alive
Open road open air
Following the road going nowhere
Country roads are a continuous thing
Fences and pastures a...

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There’s still a  Church and Chapel
A pub,  but no longer a school 
For there  on the council 
Childless incomers rule.
There are houses...

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Racing toward the deep blue horizon,
Chasing the golden sun across America
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest
Tall...

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Of Mice and Men-Mills 
David J Walker

And Speaking of Steinbeck 
The Jobe family could have
Lived here or  there 
Pointing to the bones of 
Clapboard...

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Chasing the golden sun across America,
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest.


Four lines from "Across the Great...

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