Grandmother 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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Every summer we go there
So happy calls of memories
Grandmother beautiful valley farm

Saino type of poem. It is not in Poetrysoup list of poems forms, so...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor...

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Grandma, The Farm And The Silent Young Cat

Before soft golden rays the roses slept
Night, its slumbers had not yet bid adieu
From its barn perch the...

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A Feline Fable

Old grandmother cow I think her name was Bessy.
Would often scold the kitty cats for leaving everything so messy.
She’d make sure they drank...

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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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Grandma Gertie knocked back more than a few
When, of a sudden, she heard herself 'moo' --
   I can hold my liquor!
  ...

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Most often,  I would affectionately ponder and recall how  magical times were
in our  farmhouse— daisies,  herbs, and even pebbles  glossed...

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Golden Treasures That Both Man And Nature Made

In harmonic symphony, waves of golden grain,
Cascading winds dancing in undulating grace;
Nature's bounty, thriving after bountiful rains
Sun drenched...

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To the memory of my Great great great Grandmother Esther Louise Arbuthnot
SUNDAY DINNER ON THE FARM
Gramma's cookin now, so set a spell
and you can bet...

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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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Growing up in the colorful land 
of rich fruits ripened by sunshine,
I waited for the harvest time...
imagining how sweet they tasted.

I carried a basket made...

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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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