Beauty Farm Poems

Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They...

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Always a citizens greet
Pleasure to always meet
Towns and Cities
Southern dialect witty
Freight trains through the state
Visits no hesitate
Mountains and Trees surround
Voices echoes heard from mile away...

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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...

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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...

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I once sported a manly beard,
a beastly beard had I.
But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn,
while my lady cheered,
she chopped it off,...

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We loved to traverse the dense forest,
Where birds continued as they chorused,
Admiring on one side the tall pines,
Breathing their best fragrance from their vines.

On the...

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Life, And Trekking Across Wild Wilderness

As epic pain ebbs then subsides

Nature's steals the mountainous scene
With beauty's encompassing slides

Home, farm life, peacock yardbird preens.

Robert J. Lindley,...

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The fields all covered in golden brown.
Natures beauty all around.
Deers jumping throughout the wheat.
The crop has groomed so very neat.
Beyond the wheat, the sky is...

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Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across...

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I was with them in gardens 
                    Planting some vegetables.
              ...

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Flowers with colours enchant me,
             Buds budding and blooming,
        Beauty surrounds,fills...

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I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn,
Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum.

Ours was the latest...

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I got me a puller;
it works pretty well.
Convincing the wife was
a bit of a sell.

It’s not for the garden;
works best in the woods.
A think of...

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What nights speak thee mine
That the sun warms the
atmosphere of our 
togetherness
That your beauty seduces me
and your warm cultured manner
invites my battered soul
What words of...

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Can I say this is a Friesian,
that one a Hereford?
I lived so long in a town
and can say I have forgotten
my recollection as I wander...

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