Best Rural Area Poems

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                    John Ruskin, 1853


I think of youth’s sweet friendships when I was learning how to form bonds with...

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Raised on a farm in the South, Father ended up farming most of his life. He loved the land, the growing things, and the animals. He went off to work early in the morning whistling and singing. We kids would tag along to work in...

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As I neared home I went by the water works that stood for years behind the ice plant. That’s where the water for the city was processed and I remember how clean and clear the water looked.  It was an in ground reservoir just...

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I lived in a rural area until I was twenty years old. My home was adjacent to a farm where corn was grown and locally sold. Maples and pine trees clustered across from the uneven country road. I can still remember fragrance of flowers and...

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the Milky Way
of her childhood
is gone from the sky

Note: a recent science article said that when a large city suffers a major earthquake and loses all electric power, such as happened with the Northridge quake back in the 90s, the emerceny centers are flooded with...

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In a dark night I am lost and alone
Far from home without a phone
In my car in a rural area
I feel the beginnings of hysteria
My heart pounds as does the beat of the rain
I calm myself to prevent feeling insane
There is no human being or...

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Here is another true story that happened down on this southeast corner of North 
Carolina.  We do not live in a rural area so a goat is a very rare site.  Especially on 
someone's front porch.    As with the last...

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In the valleys of hills, that’s where I am,
In the branches of trees, that’s where I climb.
Lost is something far Away,
But cost is something I carry.

What kind of universe I live,
Where enemies are amongst related lives.
Who knows?
Maybe I am the one who spoil it.

Souls had...

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What’s that infuriating hum,
		that droning, distant, low-pitched sound?
		No one can find its origin,
		but maybe’s and I-think’s abound.

		In my small rural area,
		not all can hear this thing that makes
		me crazy; and no city friends
		hear it at all. It even wakes

		me up. It’s worse when I’m inside.
		Earplugs...

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Surreal nature encapsulates the scene spread out in front of my unbelieving eyes. Years ago this was the center hub of activity in the rural community. Forgotten way of life as people congregate in crowded cities. It is good to visit the quiet rural area...

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WINTER WONDERLAND

           Once I chanced to see Winter wonderland
           on honeymoon trip where amour shimmered slow.
         ...

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I had not seen a wild rabbit since I was a child,
but with my joyous gaze, I saw one a few days ago.
No, seeing one did not bring me to tears, but it cast
me some 50-plus years ago. I was born in a rural area
and...

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Not all of my family and friends that grew up there would AGREE. They remember all the pleasantries and being happy and FREE. This tale regards  
the place where I was born and once ROAMED. Let it be known that this is my personal...

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I AM SITTING IN A RUN DOWN CLIO ROAD LAUDUARY MAT WERE THE FLOORS IS NOT SWEEP OR MOP AND THE ROOF IS FALLING APART. 
WERE AFICAGN AMERICAN FEMALE IS WORKING
I HAD TO MAKE A FAST CALL  BECAUSE I FEAR FOR MY LIFE WITH...

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It was just yesterday that I found myself in a nonturning lane.                                 ...

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