Best Plow Poems

alone he stands behind the plow
in footrace with the lengthened dawn
a shadow figure in the now

pursues the where and when and how
of unseen reins so slowly drawn
alone he stands behind the plow

each furrow’s end a prayerful bow
an homage paid – dark soil turned fawn
a shadow...

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A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water
    crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops
  The brackish, muddy area over there, the cowshed
    some withered trees dot the hills, bereft now of their fruit

  A few young...

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The roadside implement left without attendant, 
an objective lesson of technology progression. 

Long lacking use, should be rot and rust. 
Yet is anything but, even years without digging rut. 

A hand once guided, a horse once dragged. 
Hung up like the harness, and the feed...

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Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ MY MIND.
Five dollars, do I hear $10? …. A real find!

 “He won’t get much bigger than he...

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My head rested on my arms atop the wooden ledge.
A basement window I peered through covered with packed snow.
My mind wandered to the fridge where a carton of milk
     Sat empty on the door inside my fridge.

‘I can’t go out.’ 

A...

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I have managed to muddle through life somehow.
It seems I have constantly pulled a plow.
Tilling the soil to plant some seed,
I have had many an obligation and need.
I share the same burdens with my neighbor.
What happened to the fruits of my labor?
They were all harvested,...

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Snow 
Cold and white 
Like clouds in a sky 
Lots of it on the ground
Surrounding me 
As I go 
For my morning walk 

I see an Amish man go by 
On his snow plow 
Pulled by horses
With a dog following 
On the ground

And soon a...

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Plow a new field for yourself
                                Then plant your best seeds of righteousness
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Simple were the things that brought me so much joy,
Growin' up on the farm as a Hoosier country boy!
Barefoot, straw hat, patched overalls and summer tanned,
As free as a soarin' eagle as I roamed that prairie land!

Dad farmed the old homestead with teams of horses...

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I look down the hill and see the plague in the valley
Ravaging farmer, field and crop alike
Where the bundles are stored and young children are carried
Every motion they take, they go farther from light

All that can help them is the plow of compassion
It too has...

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Divorced and tossed aside
the kittens dragged along 
for a very bumpy ride.

You've gained some weight but are sinking.
2 days a week seeing a second hand shrink.
They paint so slowly-tell you pretty things
for a hundred bucks an hour.

You bought a bike -a bright running suit
You're on...

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Don’t wait for that perfect poem 
  to appear

It lives in the seeds of your
  imperfection

Waiting for new furrows of wonder
  and strife
  
To flower in soil you have yet
  to plow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)...

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By late November, the harvest had ended, the crops were gathered,
and the weather was changing because a new season was coming
The farming machinery and the field equipment were silenced
And the sounds now heard were raindrops and snowflakes

The ice cycles had formed on the edges of...

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Winter sun is yellow gold
Making mud run of melting snow
And Carolina clay is frozen hill
Where kids sled and play at will

Frosted sky with cotton cloud
In the eye of guy driving snow plow
He’s hard at work while we all play
All school kids search for snowy days
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Can't you see the big snow flakes coming down                                    ...

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