Farm Poems | Examples of Farm Poetry

crows caustic cawing polluting morning silence corn field quiet...

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The Mighty Quinn in the Highlands on Maggie's Farm in an Idiot Wind What He Didn't Say About Being Famous: "Just Like The Rest, I Like My Sugar Sweet." When Quinn The Inuit Gets Here, We're All Gonna Hafta' Eat. I "Feel Like A Prisoner In A World Of Mystery." A Pretty...

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They called him the dosser. A blessed man with a crooked, bent and wobbly wishbone of wire, held tight in clenched fist. He fossicks spellbound for water hiding deep below in the groundwater. His fingers compel the water sleeping fifty feet down to hear his call, and echo a reply forthwith, with a signal on the wire tap. On some hot dry...

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The earth holds stories, secrets old trees keep, deep inside, it's true, ?My uncle's farm, where family wisdom feels so real, fresh and new. ?When soil I touch, old memories bloom, like whispers from a cozy room, ?A history carried by the wind, chasing every scary, chilling gloom. Yet most days, I’m trapped, a pheonix in...

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. "i walk'd in to this furniture store 'shh' and all by hern lonesome ...

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I wonder why in African land the white farmers how-come?...

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It was grandma’s last winter. I watched her hurry outside to split enough wood so her old kitchen stove would burn through the new storm she felt gathering along the horizon, its first eiderdown already afloat on the twilight settling over her white garden. From nowhere a dog tormented by visions plunged through the drifts and laid ahold of her leg. She hacked half through its neck and crawled...

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In one corner of your room you’d hung a faded photograph of Charles Lindbergh and his plane in sepia covering a lighter-colored square of wall exactly the same size. He looked so dashing with his scarf and smile but his eyes were dark and sad (like yours) beneath his aviator’s cap and it was signed, “To Mildred.” Why did...

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Funny farm or loony bin? Depends what kind of mood I’m in Mad house increases my lunacy I take my pills and watch tv Fall asleep, don’t care if it is night or day The attendants are glad, I am out of their way This asylum increases my natural lunacy Weird attendants seem worse off than me...

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I was driving our new bus down a rural lane Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band As we bumped along in no man's land. This will wreck my guitar, said Tony the Rock: Don't they make tour buses with at least one shock? The drums were colliding, the keyboard took a spill The...

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The reason the rooster will crow, Is not just to offily show. The sun hits its beak, Which it thinks unique, And proudly lets all the world know. ...

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There is an innocence in life to which every child brings… before their brains become too cluttered with all those adult things. It is a lovely place where wide-eyed children dwell. Where, if we listen, their innocence can be profound as well. A grandma was grocery shopping with her grandson when in the produce department, she grabbed a peach. because if...

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Now late April, and the grassy fields of winter have disappeared in response to the airplane sprays of very effective weed killers. The land is moist and brown, seeded for the crops of 2025. And before long the tender plants will emerge, and the anticipation of the year's bounty has already begun. A red tractor sits in the open field,...

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Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill; Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills. With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm; Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm. Theirs was a land that...

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The farmer stands with weathered hands, Tending soils, nurturing the lands. His heart beats with the Earth's own song, Though seasons shift and days grow long. Through drought and storm, he does not break, For in the soil, his dreams awake. A quiet strength, both firm and kind, A bond with nature is intertwined....

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