Wife Farm Poems

The field had stood barren these last few years
waiting for the farmer who scratched his head
visualising crops with which he could plant
corn tall yellow gently...

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I once sported a manly beard,
a beastly beard had I.
But then on the farm, at the crack of dawn,
while my lady cheered,
she chopped it off,...

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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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Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and...

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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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His wrinkled hands, the texture of sand
    creases and grooves line the space of his face
  You notice his gait, a...

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Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart

Across the plains a bad ole murky mess
Unites in its quivering tears apart
And the bashful bride dares...

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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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Barn yard has gone wild, farmer is pulling his hair.
Chickens are driving the tractor, pigs simply don’t care.
Dungaree dressed farm wife is running away today.
Sheep...

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It was a lazy lie around in the summer sun day for the farm 
The kittens curled up next to the dog, the pig came...

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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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You don’t call him Terrorist’
Who can’t dislocate a wrist:
Whose speeches do the plain harm
While he might not waste a farm.

His palms like ancestors bares,
Ancient styles...

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Mary had a little lamp,
Its bulb would nightly glow.
It cast a white, but gentle light,
So her pimples wouldn't show.

Little Jack Horner tried to warn her,
But...

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I’m the prince with calloused palms
up at dawn with stifled yawns; pulling on boots
feeding pigs and herding cows - stuck in mud, it’s raining now
and...

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John walked out the front door. 
The screen slammed behind him. 
It was very loud in the stillness of the day. 

The man looked out...

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