Best Stooked Poems

Stooked up sheaves,midst growing clover
In wind and rain,toppling over

A polished blade ,glides to and fro
Timber echos in the glade below

The hands tick around,one by one
Tedium ends,with the setting sun...

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DAY BREAKS
By this pool of stillness its
water unforgiving,deep and
mirror flat, a blue moon
ephemeral, below white-coated
peaks,Bleak and surreal.
The transient image all too soon
dissolves and ripples into space
as water through my fingers.Then
daybreak tinges the nigrescent sky.
DAYDREAM
Sitting here,into my daydream
drift meadows of stooked-up sheaves,
midst close growing clover,
in wind...

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re-post inspired by MRose contest

Sitting here,into my daydream
drift meadows of stooked-up sheaves,
midst close growing clover,
in wind and rain toppling over.Catching 
minnows with jar and net, in streams
where pooh-sticks once were raced ,
each, slip into  memory's embrace;
Exploring fields across that brook;
studying in nature's real-time book;...

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In the cornfield the horse drawn reaper stood steady,the vacation crew were up 
and ready.The days were long,recent clouds had gone.Yellow beams on heavy 
harvest food,the lark departing with her second brood.Field mice scattered ,their 
nests torn and forlorn .Our stooked up sheaves midst ...

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In the cornfield the horse drawn reaper stood steady,
the vacation crew were up and ready.
The days were long,recent clouds had gone.
Yellow beams on heavy harvest food,
the lark departing with her second brood.
Field mice scattered ,their nests torn and forlorn .
Our stooked up sheaves midst ...

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If swallows scissor scarlet skies
and gather summer on their wings;
then seasons shift to autumn tones
as gnats retune the evening's song.

If apples swell with ozzing juice
that slowly drips on wooden floors
then purpled fruit release their stench 
in time that slowly stretches hours. 

If stubbled fields are...

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