Brother 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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Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down
on a tree-stump and rests for a while.
A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories,
thoughts that wandered away,...

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Her little brother was finally given permission to jump into hay bales.
Laura had been waiting four years for this moment!
She took Tommy’s hand and they...

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Can't say I found the ending 
unpredictable or surprising...
Nonetheless my heart was touched 
by their self-sacrificing...

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Two Brothers departed a concrete world
Of hurried horns hallowing a rat-race rule
Babbling crystal streams countered by camel grunts
Led the way to calloused palms.
And in that...

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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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(An Addingham Poem)

Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches...

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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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We hid in the pig sty the other side of the path
That edges a cess-pool crossed by a little
Wooden bridge where the run-off from the...

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rooster sounding off                      ...

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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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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of...

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No historic chattels, old photos or memorabilia.
Nothing has historic value for us to remember.
The sheds are old and rusted on our farm just out of...

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The Laskey brothers owned a farm, a lovely little spot.
A babbling brook made merry mist when summer nights were hot.
And that’s when Jacob filled his...

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When our neighbor bought our country estate
One where daddy had worked with his might
Cutting down trees to heat the house at night
Where we slept without...

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