Breadbasket Poems - Poems about Breadbasket

...Trapped in meaningless whirling thoughts Boundaries draped around the body Unsaid words confined in laughing gear Dread sentiment flowing in breadbasket Trembling uncertainty waving inside the st......Read the rest...

...To claim more imperialist Russian land. An invasion of a neighbor was planned. Unbacked slander was said about them. Creating for the world a major problem. Putin claimed they were a pro-Nazi......Read the rest...

...Rhinos in a line eating hay often defecate simultaneously and with such a thud it writhes the snakes out of a hibernated slumber. But a single dotted line is neither a breadbasket overloaded and over......Read the rest...

...In Africa another day is born At dawn The optimist awakes To a world that’s bright with receding night Hope and promise of things new A world where dreams come true In Africa another day is d......Read the rest...

...Distress travels instantly through me, A samurai sword, Greek mythology, Zeus gulped kingly ideas and in his breadbasket he stored, reminiscent of the ancient times, emergency Er Hoard, feels like a ......Read the rest...

...Look again Towards the breadbasket of civilization They hold up a mirror To our own looming confrontation Upon the beautiful shores of Greece Comes a class warfare that has divided the cult......Read the rest...

...I live in a state shaped by glaciers long ago In the middle of the heat, we want it to snow The breadwinner of many homes is what we grow Here comes another winter, around forty below Watch out f......Read the rest...

...the quiet of the spring day was broken by the noise and shouts in the fields belching smoke the great iron beast dropping its sharp blades into the soil took large bites into the soft be......Read the rest...

...New Deal Black Tuesday October 1929 Vanishing wealth; stocks decline Great Dust Bowl Windstorms and drought, top soil gone Breadbasket empty; nature’s con FDR H......Read the rest...

...Deliberately inching its way toward break of day, The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field. Relaxing and watching the orb find its way, The lady of the house waits for night to yield. ......Read the rest...