Home Farm Poems

What scene would I want to find comfort in
more than this one,
an ordinary morning in the farmhouse kitchen,
blue checked curtains swaying,
wooden shelves with plates and...

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Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing,
my life right now is earnt,
I got here on my own merit,
proud of all the things I've learnt.

Oh...

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Down the dirt road of the old farm village,
where the sun sinks low, casting long shadows,
each weathered cottage tells its silent tale.

Creaking porch swings, paint...

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A rotted old house deep in the South
Was where I learned to shut my mouth
And keep my stockings high and my hems low
And take care...

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You have to come see the farm stand the city dweller said
She was enthralled with the pumpkins and apples of red
I had grown up in...

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With cotton candy 
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat

A Ferris wheel 
To make you squeal,
The carousel 
Sure looks swell 

Toss a ring
To win...

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Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless, 
yessiree. 

Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus, 
in...

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How times were different so long ago,
when pure survival dominated life.
No extra frills to fill long hours- bestow
enjoyment- mostly work to ease our strife.

We girls,...

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Life, And Trekking Across Wild Wilderness

As epic pain ebbs then subsides

Nature's steals the mountainous scene
With beauty's encompassing slides

Home, farm life, peacock yardbird preens.

Robert J. Lindley,...

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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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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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We listened to Aretha's story 
Sacred, bittersweet and certainly tear stained
Like a church window

You and I
Desperate for rest 
And the get up and go that...

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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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Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.  

Muriel...

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Invincible craving for the relish from home, 
Laughter in deep dimples sets as lava, seats silently with desires.
 Mother’s medicines rejuvenate,

Food, Bring them from Africa.
Especially...

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