Dad Farm Poems

  Sue was just a farmer's lass
  At whom I made an awkward pass ~
    She said, Let's have some...

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buddy here's a coffee factor

my dad drives a jumbo tractor

if you offer me

mugs of herbal tea

you will need a chiropractor.
...

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Dad gathers more crops
as Mom sings in the kitchen -
baked pies' aroma...

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It was finally a sunny day after all the rain.
Jeff Smith climbed back on his tractor again,
Monday and the soft ground, was now mud.
He hoped...

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Gravel road winds up to the gate
    logs from a bygone era, sturdy
      electrified now, to keep...

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We used to label our Iowa garden at the end of the rows with seed packets.
We would plant the row first, sprinkiing the teensy seeds...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To...

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CAUTION, If You Do Not Like HUNTING,
DO NOT READ THIS POEM.
Thank You.





Dad Grand Pa and Family,
The Old Farm was the Place.
We hung him in the...

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He sat before a twisted wooden cross
whispering to an empty wind:

“It’s gone.” Dad
“the dream”
“it’s gone.”
“The earth is tired”
“tired as you used to get”
“and the sun”….
“even...

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Yawn

The morning is here. 
The day is quiet for the moment. 
It will change quickly, without notice. 
I must hurry to get the chores done,...

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My uncle,... so like Dad!
But a stout, big bellied version with different gait.
Joy he had!

But unlike Dad
Who was a town guy and refined,
No fad!

Busy,
Tending the...

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Uncle was a stout version of dad
Which I found quite interesting.
And a very different lifestyle he led.

Dad was a fastidious medical guy
But uncle just a...

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There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
 ...

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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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[In the spirit of ‘Old Macdonald’, I envisage a class
full of kids filling the space between stanzas with
moo’s, quacks and dings etc as appropriate. Of...

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