Best Yard Poems

Gary's Yard Sale, the story
                                        ...

Continue reading...

Yard Sales are the 
Macy’s of Saturday shopping, 
On a budget that fits in my coin purse. 


written for contest
07/27/2019...

Continue reading...

in my yard stands a tree
lone like a hermit, regal like a monarch
its roots dug deep
its branches touching the heavens
peeking behind the skies veil
sometimes its leaves rustle
overall it is silent and still
still.................... 
like waters without ripples

it stands upright
brooding over the saga of struggle
from a sapling...

Continue reading...

From here to wherever, I'll follow a yard sale sign,
it's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
I may buy some furniture, or a trinket for a dime,
yard saling is a pleasure, yes, a personal hobby of mine,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy,...

Continue reading...

Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still cooks

Rusty shovel, dented buckets
Ma's old apron, broken dishes
Dated calendar, crooked...

Continue reading...

This day is as peaceful to me, as the day has, been so long
As I listen to the birds singing just for me in their last song

Gone the summer’s greens, autumn’s leaves they descend
Critter’s out gathering their winter food, on it they depend

It is only...

Continue reading...

While watching the stars way up high,
my thoughts drift to another time,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
four sisters all in childhood's prime.

My thoughts drift to another time,
another place where innocence was bred,
four sisters all in childhood's prime,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed.

Another place...

Continue reading...

I have a superhighway in my front yard. 
It appeared in the night. 
As if by magic. 
Ants are traveling along it 
Whistling a tune I think it is a Maroon 5 song 
But I am not sure 
Some say I should get rid of...

Continue reading...

I walked to the backyard of my childhood home, and was surprised with a gorgeous garden.  No cinder pile, no tire swing, no cottonwood trees, no tree house, no dirty lumber, and no shed.  No proof we had ever been here.

A gloriously beautiful...

Continue reading...

bare Crepe Myrtle tree
waiting for spring to blossom
basks in the sunset...

Continue reading...

Children's laughter during

recess, Jungle Gym, monkey bars,

kick ball, all happened long ago

on the old school yard.

Playing marbles for keeps

on our knees was a treat

i looked foward to each time

that old school bell would ring.

Those class mates of ages past,

wondering just now, as I hear

children laughing...

Continue reading...

Though it gets lots of water,
our grass on clay dirt yellows;
stubborn thorny weeds reside. . . . 
where might I buy turf?


For Francine Robert's Contest:
"Flowers, trees, grass, or bees"...

Continue reading...

After school I went straight to the church yard
to play soccer dreaming of being another Rossi or Beckham...
oh, every teenager has this dream when playing that game,
trying to get through defense and get that goal to excite the crowd!



And it happened quite often, getting many...

Continue reading...

Wildlife in the yard
By Franklin Price
6/16/2015

Wildlife in the yard
Insects birds all in between
To see hear and touch...

Continue reading...

I love pretty spring,
flowers it will bring,
now I want to sing.
Colors flowers wear,
in cool spring day air.
Pretty is my yard,
looking like a card,
fence will be a guard.


I really see,
a big yellow bee,
it's looking at me.
Look a butterfly,
flying real high,
is he saying hi?
The red ladybug,
I want...

Continue reading...