Baby Farm Poems

Every so often the kids passed a pasture
Where a divine farmer kept his sheep
One night they crooked themselves in
While the farmer was fast asleep

They rolled...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life...

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Havner Farm in the Hamptons was the prettiest one I had seen.
Black and white cows were picture perfect; with photographic faces.
The baby chicks were as...

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A little doll, that baby goat
Unsteady legs and soft brown coat
A wonderful addition to the farm

In front of you, before you knew
Just sprouted up and...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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i
Kuiken, five-week chicken little
cares little for half-brother
walks indoors all day

ii
Kuiken little looks, recalls
faces, responds to BABATJIE
when called, plus clicks (for chicks)...

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Living on a little farm
In the Western NC Mountains
Means experiencing the cock-a-doodle-doo
The Moo-Moo-Moo, the meow and woof
And finally, the gobble-gobble

Each one of our barnyard residents
Find...

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I sold my accordion ‘cause I couldn’t find the time to play.
Some bum stole my fishin’ pole, but I hardly used it anyway.
I spent my...

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Written by Gail R DeBole
on July 19, 2021
Updated September 4, 2021

A baby who lived on a farm
Would coo and gurgle with charm.
She completely amazed
Her family...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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rooster sounding off                      ...

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Truth be told said topic minimally embellished
rather, prattling youthful looking
baby booming geezer
precious time (yours), he doth bilk
(cue sinister mock-up halloween voice)

moost valuable intangible
outstripping fine spun...

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Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day.
He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay.
His fifteen-year-old...

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Theology is insufficient for spiritual experience
because systematic theory offers no satisfactory substitute
for a hug.

I was far too young
to understand how I am different
from white patriarchal...

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TONY THE PONY’S LITTLE PRINCESS 
PART TWO

Two weeks ago, we got a very excited call 
From our friends on the farm,
Tony’s sexy young lady, 
Shady,
Had...

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