Happy Farm Poems

If we start we may not end
but, here it goes for a special friend.
In no particular order or rank,
too many people to mention and thank.

So...

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Wet foggy morning,
a shy daylight wakes me up with the birds music.
The cats heard my voice, they call me to have their breakfast. 
Before my...

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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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The Good Harvest

Years ago I was a farmer,
And my neighbor had a field.
But he let it go to briars,
He was not concerned with yield.

As I...

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Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across...

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Beneath billowing sack cloth tent 
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, 
they chirp...

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I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn,
Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum.

Ours was the latest...

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There are piggies of The Woods,
there are piggies of The Sea.
Not all piggies are equal;
this is clear to me.

There are piggies who sing -
and they...

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Rocky

Rock is not a racehorse, 
he is a tiny Billy goat. 
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is. 
One day, 
he will be...

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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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Aunt June

My aunt taught me... 
how to be; a sewer, a grower, 
a knower of "things" important. 
She taught me to watch the pot, 
until...

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Living Together

The small mouse crossed the floor, 
fleet of foot, and fearful for her life. 
She did not want to wake, 
the farmer, 
or his...

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          Spring comes early,
          when you live...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast,
In collaboration with Riabi Dziri, Besma

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled...

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We took a tour of the farm this morning,
Thinking it would be a bore in early fall.
Watched them mulching strawberry beds,
And collecting the last of...

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