Grandfather Farm Poems

The dry, frayed ends of autumn, the garden 
charred by successive waves of night frosts, 
the scent of wild grapes in the air.

Outside the kitchen’s...

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Thomas Lawson,
A Tough Taskmaster
Haiku by: Miracle Man
4/9/2023 

My grandfather said,
“never heard of anyone
dying from hard work”.         ...

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Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021

My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
 Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched...

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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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Here I stand- 
in front of a forsaken farmhouse;
Reminiscing how it used to be
a once warm abode
Goats and chickens cheered in unison
When grandmom yelled for...

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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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...A gentle squeeze back on the trigger
and the slug shot straight out for its target,
the buck jerked hard, then he bolted away,
for a second Devin...

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Devin crunched slowly through the frosted grass
as he made his way down his grandpa’s field,
it was the morning after Thanksgiving
with a chill that was bracing...

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My great grandfather was a butcher
And my grandad to,
My mum delivered the butchers meat
In a little van of blue.

My husband is a farmer's son
And we...

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Winter nights where naïve dreams were made,
my mind and heart still store.
Deep hush I hear and feel it still,
now gone, what was before.
The ground which...

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In breaths of morning dawn the generations before would drift through my mind. A legacy of gold and silver in depths of the dawning rise...

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Dear Grandpa,

Are you aware that you can still get social security income if you act now?
Did you know that Capital One and Visa want to...

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Long time!
Long time ago
I had not seen you
Turned memories..
Of childhood
Ah! Oh! Bless you! How old!
Country road....

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Mother Nature has all but consumed 
Their little graveyard by the sea, where
Sands bleached white, slide 
Across the cemetery floor
Drifting like pale capsized hulls
Floating between...

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Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought...

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