Best Hoeing Poems

Standing hoeing garden stones
Eyes awash with tears
As memories flood back from
More than sixty years,
To the little village churchyard
For which my dad cared
And which duty I,...

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My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock...

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"Caleb, go fetch me some dewberries from the fence row," Momma says, 
as I polish off my Saturday morning breakfast. "I'll make us a cobbler."...

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We have moved to higher Grounds.

The ridge enclave in mist and cold
Sight is poor as in jackets we fold
Peering below at the stagnant pools
-Covering to...

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There's weeds in my
garden I can't use a
ho(e)
The man who could
pull them don't care
no mo

The ****'s overgrown
I might need a plow
But it's waited so
long that...

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Harvest of Mind
               by Odin Roark

Acres of mirrors
Reflecting yesterdays upon today
Refracting...

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April has come but March still lingers, this is the reality of the east winds,
April and May, a the time for poets, as they write...

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A pretty girl in a long ago time, was out in her garden one day when a handsome prince rode by on his big white...

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Ma issued a decree that Pa received with very little ardor:
"A vegetable garden is needed to supplement our meager larder!"
Pa would rather spend his leisure...

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I retired a couple years ago
and decided to take a gardening class
because otherwise I probably would starve
even with food stamps,
given my retirement plan
was mainly to...

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Far too many of these absentee fathers believe that they can plant a seed and harvest 
a decent crop (child) without ever hoeing a row...

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Memories Lost


past entangled snares
heavy laden under mire
lurk memories lost

deeply seeded held
cleverly hidden in mist
are memories lost

heaving  hoeing
ebbing flowing never showing
all memories lost

~deborah burch©
4/28/2012...

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The hoes
The projects
Always think you fly
Yet, your mother struggles
Father, has two jobs
Don’t have enough money
And your still getting robbed
Walking through the hood
Guys always stare
Look left,...

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Thunder in the morning I complain  
Summer's even  
Hoeing in the rain I soon quit the field. . .

Freedom,

The spring at the one...

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While weeding in my vegetable garden,
I took a needed break, from my hoeing.
I gazed along the creek over the glen,
a pride of tiger lilies opening.

It...

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