Loss Farm Poems

For decades, motor cars
have driven past in haste,
eyes not straying far
from the highway to where,
set back and obscured
by scrub,
an abandoned farm
is slowly succumbing to rot.
I...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To...

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Miner's Dream

Somewhere in this truck-bed sand there is meaning
There are answers
Humor
Hope
A hand
Up

Somewhere in this earth's marrow I will find a meadow
Surrounded by old trees
And new...

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I OPENED A DOOR 
AND FOUND MYSELF
STANDING ON WHAT SEEMED 
LIKE A MILLION ACRES 
OF FARM LAND.

THE TEMPERATURE 
FELT VERY HOT.
I WOULD SAY 
IN THE...

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Betsy is “just a cow” most would say. She’s dark rust, almost auburn in color, with large white patches all over her body and especially...

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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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To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sleek, tiny, timorous, cowering beast,
Why’s such panic in your breast?
Why dash away, so quick, so rash,
In a...

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Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does...

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As Dawn Weeps Its New Fall

To the old fallen barn 
where fine horses once stayed
Life spins its never ending yarn
through an old vanishing parade.

Within your...

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A jackal cries in the distance
And I jolt awake
The candle is still awake 
And my falcon glares at me, 
one stern, yellow eye keeping me...

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...For a year they lived and were not bothered,
began to question what it was they’d heard,
but one careless night, though the love was sublime,
Miriam got...

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Miriam Colrick and her husband Brad,
tired of dank cities, crumbling and bad,
moved to New Hampshire, bought themselves a farm,
a place they could raise children without...

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A force of nature, farmer's plague, that only touches few,
But devastates crops in its path, this year it hit me too!
A waving field of winter...

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The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Their farmland sapping every last ounce of energy
Animals and crops, entrusted and on her own to adjust
With welcome visits...

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