Tribute Farm Poems

stoic or mourning
in a time of depression
or keepers of secrets
with a hostile divide?

why daylit drawn curtains
made from fabric she's wearing
and 'mother-in-law's tongue'
on the porch to...

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That farmer
Tending the crop 
Like his very child
Giving manure
Irrigating
Protecting from insects
Spending sleepless nights
Saving them from the wild
And thus 
When they are ripe
And ready to be...

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If you ask just about anyone in the know,
they will tell you the best potatoes come from Idaho.
That is a state located in the Pacific...

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A weak winter sun, anaemic and wan, 
devoid of all warmth, listlessly shone 
on fields fresh frosted with nighttime’s hoar, 
masking all traces of animal’s...

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Clusters of refugee bubbles
         Expelled from the side of my tank
      ...

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rooster sounding off                      ...

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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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What The Farmer Truly Lives For

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Across the low hills misty meadows glow,
devilishly hiding gleaming rainbows.
Today earth shines true as yawning dawn wakes,
as from nights cold,...

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I have been chanting five minutes when soft whispers of the forest surround my soul;
A tiny white fluff of a feather floats past my face,...

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Inside a barn long since made into a chapel,
The congregation sits on wooden pews among the calves.
Maybe others a dog or a cat or two,
Creatures...

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He sowed the seeds in time,
Took great care and watered them all.
Nutrient rich soil he provided them
In wind and fall.
Those tiny seeds, with life within...

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Fields flat and barren, hungry for seed, thirsty for life
       As far as the eyes can see the last...

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The Farmer's Lament

Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil
Just no damn use for us to be ahidin'
Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil
Laziness, a...

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(in John Deere green)

The décor paid tribute to an American icon,
a way of life that built this land.
Did the owner's ancestors farm nearby,
his memories the...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way...

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