Tree Farm Poems

As the leaves brown,
They float to the ground,
Under the fagus tree.

Animals sing out,
Whilst new plants sprout,
And the crows around flee.

Jump across the bales of hay,
Until...

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a man with legs of a tree

galloped like nonsense set free

with a flip and flop

he skipped over top

a barn full of revelry.
...

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cider is magic so clear

from each sip autumn is near

and all will confess

from treetop to press

orchards raise blessed good cheer.
...

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Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down
on a tree-stump and rests for a while.
A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories,
thoughts that wandered away,...

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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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Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree

Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor...

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They seem skeptical at first. Some heard the words and called
it's oritor a fool. He applauded the thought: and marveled at
it's intent: but saw no...

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pilgrim turkeys sensing dread

scurry into an old shed

farmer hear our plea

nest we in a tree

and dear friend we are ill bred.
...

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Tale of two Cracks 
__________________

Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest 
is no time to rest  
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit 
Money...

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I got me a puller;
it works pretty well.
Convincing the wife was
a bit of a sell.

It’s not for the garden;
works best in the woods.
A think of...

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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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I must run so I might be free...
and I feel free because I run.
Breath draws deep past the lone oak tree,
Just my friend and I,...

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

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Tree farm
There amongst the green
That one scarlet maple...

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