Memory Farm Poems

Lots of people were once scattered throughout those farmlands.
But now nearly all those farm hands and sharecroppers are gone.
But in my heart and mind, there's...

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It’s quite a thing to lay a life to rest,
to place rocks over roots rotten with age,
cover leaves once green with soil, sodden from rain.

Conceived...

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Remember (smiling) when:
You, me, the children then
Being out on the farm.

We were out tumbling in the yard, 
We had all tumbled so much
The fun we...

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Waves
Onyx blue and nearly suffocating
I reach
Far back in my memory
And beckon the lessons learned
Of measured, freestyle sweeps
Stretching every cell to beat high tide

I look once...

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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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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching...

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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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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

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I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy;
And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry.

It had...

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Many years have passed, many a day gone at length. 
Since that delta farm and that old pump from which I drank.
Its water clear and...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
 ...

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I have a fond memory
of days spent on grandpa's farm
and helping grandma 
early in the morning we collected eggs
and fed the chickens and other...

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Walking on a narrow road 
leading no to where, 
wanting to roam 
with nothing in sight 
dark clouds drift 
across my path
slicing rays of sun...

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It’s now a bird sanctuary,
and has been for some decades now,
the trail wanders through the forest,
past the rock walls of an old house.

The trail itself...

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