Farm(A) Poems - Poems about Farm(A)

Harvesting your dreams Towards future farming prime One field at a time....Read the rest...

For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch a glimpse of an old cart out front and stop. Nothing moves...Read the rest...

What scene would I want to find comfort in more than this one, an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen, blue checked curtains swaying, wooden shelves with plates and jars, the radio softly playing, a paring knife in my hand? It gives...Read the rest...

Meet the night on fires On Gem's Resto Grills food farm That delight diners....Read the rest...

Before you get married, my child There are a few things you should remember The most important being To always tend to your farm You should look for a tool That makes you sing for all its worth That doesn't break...Read the rest...

I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring, Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true, Like the faded red barn, quietly beholding...Read the rest...

new planting season corn stalks begin growth beans start budding up...Read the rest...

At Farmer John's pond, afternoon's sway, A boy with hair, wiry sandy fray. Shoeless, in the light of day, Dreaming of a prize to lay. His straw hat, a humble crown, In a world so vast, so far from town. Waldo,...Read the rest...

cows in the pasture morning till night free roaming playing in the creek...Read the rest...

Grab your partner, easy now Squeeze it udderly dry; squirt What she’s empty, silly cow Oh well, do-si-do ...Read the rest...

A young sheep we’ll call Molly McEwe she lived in a field outside Crewe, no surprise, her mother did too. Though her father she never knew; he came in a truck, tupped a few, then driven to pastures anew leaving sheep...Read the rest...

From fields of gold to the city's cold embrace, He came a farmer, with a weathered face. Dusty clothes, hands calloused and worn, Carrying the burden of harvest born. But steel and glass denied his rightful claim, A public servant,...Read the rest...

John Pete's house is full The golden field is empty Who'll work, heed the call?...Read the rest...

Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way When humans are busy gazing at the flowers, The chickens have got their love priorities right Instead of lazing away life, spend lusty hours Chicks born in springtime are active...Read the rest...

cows stand in their beds trod on grass loosen like springs blades of grass enriched cows fulfilled and contented cows unfilled their content ... parts...Read the rest...