Daughter 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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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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Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without...

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My mam used to clean at Billy Bulson’s farm,
A magical place of mystery and charm,
With geese that cackled and hissed and every day.
Without my mam...

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I must run so I might be free...
and I feel free because I run.
Breath draws deep past the lone oak tree,
Just my friend and I,...

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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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I must tell you of a yarn 
About the Prince’s barn 
It sits on a hill 
Overlooking an area where there was so much kill...

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once an amishmans daughter

brought home a talking otter

running in from the field

to her church she revealed

be pleased meet our new brotter....

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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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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.  
Married...

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I have been chanting five minutes when soft whispers of the forest surround my soul;
A tiny white fluff of a feather floats past my face,...

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The old ones have all gone now
up those Golden Stairs.
There's hay stacked for the horses in the barn.
They're grubbing up potatoes
and stacking corn stalks high
'cause...

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Asset rich and cash poor
Farming’s now a constant war
Stupid rules; I’ve had enough
It’s getting hard and bloody rough.
More rules and forms come everyday
A thousand bastards...

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I still remember, when we first met 
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all 
as your Father held...

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