Places 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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She kisses away the weariness,
Burdens – inklings of the mystery
Birthed by her dream, hope
Remembered in the evening when
The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing
Gentle as...

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  Growing the fruits of your labor in Socorro county
  Around here they call it New Mexico true
  Down in Lemitar you...

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Soon I shall retreat to the mountains up north
To my home in those West Virginia hills,
Where songs of the mountaineers call me forth
I can hear...

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Sun slips across on aquamarine canvas
Over oak trees laden with Spanish moss,
While hawks and vultures circle overhead
Seeking prey among the grazing cattle.

Written February 16, 2022...

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Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of  the tranquil wilderness, far far...

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I walked with him to the stable this morning,
And watched him soothe the cows awaiting
The barnyard coming alive with the sounds
Of animals in the morning...

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Racing toward the deep blue horizon,
Chasing the golden sun across America
Expressing wonderment at the vastness
Of the Great Plains, distant farmhouses
Dwarfed by gigantic silos awaiting harvest
Tall...

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Tall oak trees with shawls of Spanish moss
Tower over palmettos scorched and brown,
The rain drenches quickly from clouds
Heavy to pass on through the rising mists,
As...

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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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Once upon time's center
grows two permaculturing farmers,
multicultural mediators
of Earth's healthy polypathic remainder,

And, surrounding them,
seven elders
and their cheer leading mascot
of disabling foolery

Arriving each spring
in his wheeled...

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Here we are at the county fair,
log-rolling show right over there,
and in the back, a trained brown bear,
there’s racing children everywhere.

Endless carts where the food...

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Larger than large, fostering the void, 
Rippled iron for the walls, roof and door,
Above six-foot legs reaching up from the dirt, 
To cradle the woollen...

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Cows roamed sunlit green pastures hugging the river banks
Where villagers of meager means cultivated their tiny farms
Living happily amid bare necessities trusting destiny's hand.

That place,...

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Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)

Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
     (for Peat Sake) iz like really...

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