Best Hayloft Poems

The pig overheard the farmers conversation,
talking about their crops and needing weather salvation,
the farmers saying "it'll probably rain when pigs fly!,"
to help out the pig thought he'd give it a try,

He wallowed out of his mud and snuck around,
to the inside of the barn not...

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Embers trailing an afterglow of dawn,
welcoming harmony lingers aloft,
as chess pleasures the first move of its pawn.

That will make Mary quite contrary yawn,
passed Mary was Harry down his hayloft,
embers trailing an afterglow of dawn.

Into the John Harry quickly withdrawn,
Mary takes her sweet time as she...

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My Friend Jim Bean

The highway signs go by so fast.
The whole damn night had been a blast.
There's a red light chasing behind me
and wouldn't you know it I could barely see.
Driving blind drunk and all over the road.
It's amazing how much your skills erode.
I was...

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Security at the Hen House

All around the peaceful barn yard				 	
  everyone’s  sleeping while I’m on graveyard		 			
    watching for the shrewd  fox dude	
		 
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I spew				 
      Time all  lazy diehards to...

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The entire time we spent
Searching through ruins and sands
For a reason or just
An answer that would
Allow us to sleep
But the rain
Didn't come to save us from
The demon's song
So we flew through 
A mirror paved of hopes
Shattered as past times

They're dancing until the afterworld 
Hidden from...

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One of the joys of summer are lightning bugs.Do you remember, as a child, chasing them on a balmy evening? They are so elusive. When you see one in front of you and go to catch it, it would be gone; only to blink just...

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CAREFREE AND SIMPLE

my daily fancy
i’d love to live on a farm
in hilly country
mountain peaks in the distance
the animals all carefree

then a further thought
we’d have a good fishing pond
oh, not a huge lake
just large enough to boat, swim,
and ice skate in the winter

central to the spread
this...

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Fimbul Frost 
It was cold in the valley domestic animals were snug in barns even hardy sheep 
and goats came indoors. Clear sky and freezing, the moisture in the air turned 
into diamond dust flittering in the breeze looking like pulverized rainbows or snow 
crystals...

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My master's shaft of light is forbidding;
Still, I have enough sense left to keep hidden.

If he cannot find me, he will not hurt me;
my silence, a bold plea for safety.

Beneath the dank hay, prayer makes perfect sense -
what he does not know, my only defense.

His...

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Screaming Guillotines

I.

I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes squinting and staring for a feast of blood.
I sit trembling...

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Tanka 
Milk maids and romance 
In the hay of romp and love 
Mules ate the fodder 
Bare floorboards on the hayloft 
But fragrance of love remains....

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A Sudden Second sight 

It was long ago before horses became a status symbol
 and ponies were rich children´s toy that Egon fell to 
earth, from the hayloft down to the cow shed and he 
had an epiphany. He foresaw a world a world where...

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Washing the sleep off my face, at me the sun smiled; 
Telling me it’s a brand new day
A bright young day, a foot to start a mile
And to gather my tools and make some hay
 
Washing the dirt off my feet, my dreams jumped beguiled;...

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...They said the diggings had all been tapped out,
ain’t no way a man could strike it rich now,
but there was work for men, hearty and hale,
had I ever thought of wearing a star?
It’s not the sort of job I had ever done,
but I’d know where...

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I’d plow four rocky acres, maybe even five,
For a taste of the honey from my Honey’s hive.
No one spices the clover like my lover does
When we meet in the meadow and we buzz, buzz, buzz.

She’s a blue ribbon winner at the county show;
Sings a nice...

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